your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

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

I hate everything you do to me.
I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the words you say to me.
I hate the way you love me.

I just want to escape you,
But I cant.
I find myself running back.
For some reason I love you.

So let's escape into hate.
Because I love the way I hate you.
This hate is passion,
And I can't get enough.