I have two faces, but I'm not two-faced.. just wait and I'll explain. Bipolar is my mental state.. in which I try to maintain. I'm either up or down, no in-between.. I have the highs and lows. Stressful situations weigh heavy on me.. my mind in need of repose. Black or white, no grey in sight.. not a happy medium to find. It's severe depression, or manic aggression.. or possibly both combined..

Kayla M

Your face more blurred
Than the paint
          Smudged
On my palette

My colours reflect
          Work
And patience
Yours reflect
           Pain
                And
                    Torture.

The same pain
Inflicted on you
By the world
Inflicted on me
By your hands
           More intoxicated
Than your breath.

tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.

He is the music that
I breathe in every
single day and night,
angelic notes
swimming across
Saturn, soul sounds
so clear and deep,
a frequency of
vibrations rocking
the jazzy waves,
as I close my eyes
and listen to his
glorious chemistry.

The first day we met
Your bright smile
Made me want to say
All the cheesy things
Like
Hi Summer
I'm autumn
And I'm coming after you