The lust in her eyes,
Temptations last plea
To set my world ablaze,
Is nothing but heart break,
Cold fires and open bullet holes
To my hopless dignity.
Her intentions are clear
In the fog of humanity,
The chaotic disproportionate love
Is all she will ever be to me.
Nothing to really even ponder;
Ashes to the callow wind.
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The Neo-Bipolar
PoetryIm actually terrified to share this stuff with you all. I struggle with a lot of demons and really just need the support and superficial attention that I lack. This is continued poetry from bipolar poems, just a new me, some newer thoughts, feelings...
