I read ALT's "Type A Love" and this I let go - nowhere near as good as hers but fun none-the-less.
Type B Love
If only I had some,
You see everything's a mess
Boxes scattered and stacked,
Some even half open unable to close.
If only I could make my orderly list
But there's a conspiracy of this must flow first,
then you may plan
But my fingers itch and my heart palpitates.
The uneasiness of just let it be
What if something gets forgotten
Or is left undone,
the consequences of not getting it just right.