I have died a few times by now;
A dozen eternal resting places
And a few tomb stones to go with it.
A couple of names here and there
Where my past identities have burned and shriveled
I create identities like paintings,
Well crafted artworks drawn from my imagination
To make everyone I meet feel at home
Exactly where they need to be.
A warm home cooked meal I should say
Spiced with familiarity and trust.
My aliases faze from night to night
And swirl into the dark sky
A true van gogh of lies and slander
That make your heart feel just right
And I sing the perfect toon for you;
I sway my hips passionately enough
To entrance you in my eyes
I have con'd the con man,
Raised hell from its ashes,
And swindled the devil in your eyes
To make a deal with a lie
Created a partnership with a crook
A theif of truth and love.
But here I am in my truth
Standing here infront of you
My actually darling, my bride
To let me die one final time
O' death will you marry me now?
Betrothed at last to a long night's sleep
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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...
