I will not apologize for
the person I have become
So what if I still don't know
how to correctly hold chop sticks?
What's wrong with the fact
that I fall asleep to slam poetry
instead of some boy band?
Is it so awful that I eat cereal as my dinner?
Or is it a crime that every time I see a plane
I wish I could be on it?
I'm not sorry any of those.

But most of all
I will not apologize
for never learning to love in halves
and giving you my soul
whole-heartedly

Raven and Crow
an odd mixing
A powerful child
is created
Protector
Healer
Guardian of the Worlds
Rare is she
as that of a Blue Rose
Battle, she must
She is the Key
to the Lock
Once brought
together
Forever shall they be locked
Forever opened

Falling in love with someone who is bipolar will never be easy.
There will be minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months where I'm unexplainably mean, or recklessly happy.  
For a period of time, I may be all over you and want to smother you in my aforementioned reckless happiness, that I will forget to ask how you're doing and if you ate anything today. I will forget that unlike me, you need to sleep for 9 hours a day and that you're not fully ready to take on the world.
At some point, I will take a turn for the worst and will mope in unbelievable sorrow due to the death of my false happiness.
I will cry about everything and will stop calling, and forget to remind you that I love you so much and just need some time away.
My deep sadness will soon turn into unrelenting anger and I will tell you abusive things that I don't really mean.
I will be confused as to why I say them, and apologize a million times and try to explain that I can't control my anger, and that I need to leave and be away from people for a while, although I know nothing will really help.
You will insist that it's okay and tell me you love me.
For days, weeks, or months, I will do this, and you will soon think I am lying and think that I am just genuinely terrible.
My constant apologies will become nothing and you will soon distance yourself and start falling out of love, but still have a glimmer of hope.
After this episode, I will have a period where I feel nothing and am almost robot-like. You will feel unwanted and unloved and look at me with such sad eyes and get nothing but a shrug and a half-assed "sorry."
When you finally walk away,  I will have more bad days than good days because I will regret not saying I love you more.
I will hate myself for being bipolar. I will fall back into my bad habits and soon you will be a distant memory.