my patience is melting like an ice cube in the heat

loving you was a day in the sun
smiles, laughter, fun
sadly, it is not possible for the sun to forever stand tall
but watch closely
there is beauty as it falls

sometimes I wish I had cancer
then people would send me flowers, and get well soon cards.
but I am bipolar
so when I am sick
I suffer alone, ashamed
because too many times
people synonymously use my illness for crazy.

-please stop

that sparkle in my eyes looks familiar
similar to the way the sun reflects on the moving water in the bay
so effortlessly beautiful

-positive self voice

loneliness is a rock sitting on my chest
painfully restricting my ability to breathe

where does love go?
when that deep immense feeling of belonging
dissipates like a mist in an ocean breeze.
does it gently fade away, as it evaporates in the sky?
is it remembered?
does it still exist?