We weren’t lovers. We weren’t friends. Though we “tried” to
be. You knew that I was scared to stay with you. You knew I wanted to leave but
you convinced me to stay. You told me that we could make “us” work. I would do my
way and you would do your way. How could I have ever believe that mentality
would have ever lead down to the path of “us.” But, how can I blame you for
making me stay when I could have left? How could I blame you for my weakness
then, when I should thank you for my strength now? You were not really there
then and you are not really there now. I was just me "there," wherever I was. That is all that matters.
And I know that now.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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