My conscious; it bleeds.
tame my bipolar,
my heart’s on my sleeve.
The pain; how it sickens.
speech becomes smaller,
self mutilate to fit in..
The agony; it rests.
have I found you?
prepared not, this life with us two.
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Very interesting structure. It inspires experimentation. Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you for the read , I appreciate the feedback !
You captured this thought in such a way that, although seemingly vulnerable, you remained in full control of the situation.
Tell me, if I’m wrong..
Nicely penned!
Thank you so much for recognizing my writing!!! I appreciate it so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️