Bipolar Voices Continued
I don't want to fall in love with your smile.
I just want to be your friend. (Right)
I risked it,
Now I'm a mess.
But that's okay.
The love was unrequited,
And that's beautiful in the end.
Maybe one day it'll make us better friends.
The words "I can't" are etched in tho just mind with a knife so sharp I can't forget the bitter line.
I wish that I could fly.
I wish that I could die.
I hate feeling so alone.
It's making me paranoid.
I hate loving you.
I need to go I'm just ranting at this point.
I'm sorry (again)
I'm not a writer I'm just tired,
But you're the type of girl that people write poems about
I think I'm loosing my mind,
But I think that it's kind of beautiful.
I think I fall in love too easy,
But there's an upside to that.
I fall in love with being in love with people with good souls,
Then they fall out of love with me and break me in the process.
I think there is something wonderful about that.
I think you would be proud of me.
I'm beginning to see the upside of unrequited love (ha)
Maybe it is better that you left it like this.
Have you heard of photosynthesis?
A flower absorbs light from the sun to absorb energy.
To grow beautiful the flower must take from the sun.
In this metaphor, unfortunately, we are both the flower,
We have to grow alone before possibly being beautiful together.
I'm not a writer.
I just put pen to paper,
Turning my feelings into words that people thing are marvelous. (They aren't)
They are just what I am thinking.
My brain seems to be spinning.
I think I may be going crazy,
Now they're talking,
Drowning out my thoughts.
Telling me to miss you.
Commanding me to sob.
All my potentially beautiful words turning into sloppy dictionary style cornucopias.
If I had the chance I'd shut down my constant thinking.
Oh and I'm not sleeping.
I'm smoking a lot of weed.
Aspirations are dropping out my bedroom window with each smokey exhale.
Put on a pretty smile.
I've always had a fascination with all the multiple constellations,
Maybe that's why your freckles turn my legs to jello.
Tripping on my words,
I swear I don't get like this around other girls.
I don't miss her.
I just want her happy.
Did I mention I'm not sleeping?
Oh. And I'm not eating.
I'm loosing hope in tomorrow.
Do you hear this?
All these bipolar voices fighting for headspace.
I have a headache.
I'm over all the contradictory screaming.
I have a question.
Can I kiss you?
Would it be an issue if I pressed my lips to yours?
I'd let you break my heart.
I wouldn't even cry.
Just a kiss before you turn to say your last goodbye.
I don't want to kiss her.
I want to be over with these issues. (Part 1) (tbc)