If I think that
this is what happened,
this is how it happened,
this is how it was received.
and this is the reaction that will occur,
it must be true.
In my mind.
I hate it when I think I’m right,
my face turns red,
I sweat,
I lose sleep,
I come close to tears,
all over an assumption
that is clearly an over reaction.
Love is mania,
bipolar.
I am in ecstasy one moment,
suicidal the next,
because a word truly does hold
a relationship in the balance.
And a strong one at that.
I shouldn’t assume
but its in my nature,
like a mental illness:
Love Bipolar.
