Receipt Tape
Yes I am bipolar.
Yes I don’t trust well.
Yes I’m troubled dawn to dusk-
Submit myself to hell.
And I know it’s not your fault,
Your inclination guides you.
You simply do what makes you smile,
From that I’ll never hide you.
Daily do I remind my eyes,
“Your fantasy despises you.
This love which you’ve created
Only somewhat terrifies you.”
Yet still I wish it to be true,
These words encircling my mind.
And, with all my heart, I know
That the truth somewhere I’ll find.
But your smiling eyes, they taunt me.
They tease, they love, they flaunt.
They speak the truth, and still behind
Is more than I can want.
You’re pulled in a new direction,
You’ve already flown far away.
Though you cannot comprehend it-
How terribly I need you to stay.
All I want is happiness
For you, not for my own.
I wish that a grin would graze your lips
As it used to so long, long ago.
Somehow we both have descended;
We fell through the ground with no key
To unlock the way back to our land in the sky
Where you’d never unlatch hands with me.
I know that your load has grown burdened
And you know all the secrets of mine…
I wish you pure serenity,
No matter how long takes time.
I’m sorry I refuse to let pass
On this painfully beaten down topic,
I just have more time than anyone should
To think-it’s impossible to stop it.