Beyond the Extremities of My Mind

Bipolar Love

We flow smoothly through the wind as if controlled by one mind

On a wavelength, in perfect sync

Till you tie me up in restrictive binds

And my eyes become glossy and pink

You reward me with money and objects

As reconciliation, asking for forgiveness

But the words "I'm sorry" are words your mouth rejects

For your pride feels more important and feeds into your sickness

And again in sync are we

And fit almost perfectly like two puzzle pieces

But you realize that I don't fit your idea of whom I should be

And the intensity of this storm increases

The land is now flooded enough

For me to drown in these binds

Defeated by this bipolar love

I give up my will to fight as I slowly die