Fleeting

Your voice, so cold I cannot hear for the wind Echoes so distant Yet I remember our sin Whispers in my path Warnings Cautions I cannot say I was not told to guard myself Along the path I walked I did not see the hole I only recall the spiral, the descent into Wonderland The ice slowly thawed ‘Round your beating heart A caress in passing A kiss in plain view An embrace to match For a moment, I was so content with you An outstretched hand covered mine As lyrics, music, and air passed over us in the dark … Continue reading Fleeting

Burn

On a cold December day I awaken to a smile I was told good morning beautiful As the tapestry is woven, you trap me in along the way Clandestine meeting for the first time Nervous, unsure We circle like a battlefield, waiting on the first blow  My hips wrapped around yours, I am lifted against the pillar Your lips deliver a crushing strike Frantic skin and an addiction form Weeks go by, the good morning beautiful falls by the way side Your lips no longer touch mine You write poetry of masks and fallen walls But you run away I … Continue reading Burn

Making A Mess.

Messes. We make them. We clean them up. Hell, some of us are messes. I have a point of utter frustration I do not understand. I would dearly love too, but cannot, despite my best efforts. I am not a coordinated person. I forget things, I pay bills late, sometimes I eat cereal for dinner, and I can cry in the middle of public during a panic attack. My anxiety and bipolar disorder are crosses I carry. Having said that, I take medicine religiously. I follow a routine. I do everything I am “supposed” to do to manage my mental … Continue reading Making A Mess.

Unrequited.

When you have bipolar disorder, love can take become an inferno that eventually engulfs its victims. Each party is left with scars and memories. Some love stories are not happily ever after. They are the short stories that remind us what we are capable of. I do not want labels. I do not define my life in absolutes. I want one perfect kiss in time, to reach for in the farthest corners of my mind when I need a kiss oh so badly, but there is no one there. I want a kiss that can sustain the moments in between. … Continue reading Unrequited.

Ev’ry Time

Even when I’m asleep Part of my mind stays awake Just to dream of you Its that subconscious Unconscious, dedication That kills me ev’ry time You’re so damn exhausting I’d love to walk away But I fear I love you more Please tell me Why there is this feeling low in my belly That signals dread when I think of you Oh but Lover, Should you choose to walk in the door right now I would burst with joy for the occasion I’m so tired Tired of the status quo I hang on each word Merely because it could be … Continue reading Ev’ry Time