My fingers itch My palms sweat Salivia slithers And slides down My throat My legs twitch As your hands hover Over my love handles Your skin Caresses carelessly And I clench my hands My stomach stays still Empty from the epitome of Butterflies that should Exist there Instead my brain urges The idea Maybe the nagging numbness that never Negotiates will navigate somewhere else Maybe I might feel funny, fantastic, Or furious Your hands trace circles On my ******* bringing a trail Of goose bumps Yet I feel nothing The numbness never seems To end
Having Bipolar Disorder for me the worst moments is when the world is in black and white and has no sound. Try to stay positive. It will eventually pass.