Unhinged Artistry

I wanna ask her how it feels to live loud without apology,

to turn breakdowns into choreography, to not flinch when the mask slips.

Where's the one who makes being unhinged feel like art? Who paints color

on my beat up heart? Who falls and calls it style? Who breaks pattern

on purpose and laughs before the crash? Who makes being unhinged feel like

art? Not a warning, not a symptom, just art. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh