Sometimes you make me
feel the urge and desire to play hookie
and ask any random dangerous man
to light it for me.
There have been days
I have blown off my girlfriends
and gave that time to be alone with you
in a bathroom stall.
You have been one to wreck my decisions.
You are a part of me,
you should love me so I don’t
decide to get on the back of a motorcycle
with someone I never met.
Who knows where I will go?
I pay for every time you
told me to put the fork down and
you wouldn’t let me eat.
I thought I had you and would
never let go of you.
I saw a young girl who looked
like I did before I dedicated
my thinking to you.
She had a teddy bear in her hands
and looked at me scared.
It was you who told me to blob my eyes
with liner and keep my hair in my face
so nobody would see my black eye.
That girl reminded me that I did fine without you.
I am glad I stopped thinking of you
and dealt rather than keeping you.
I don’t love you,
Bipolar Depression.
I never let anything or anyone I have
dictate my life.
Your phases come and go,
and when they do,
it breaks up my health, my dignity,
and my relationships.
Friends come first,
so I deal with you.
I live a better life once I am
done with you.