Bipolar Affair.

I've always
longed to
undress
your
thoughts,
see the
vulnerable
gears
that make you
tick
and with feathery touch
memorize
every raise and dip
in the texture
of their
surface.

You make my skin
crawl,
my thoughts go
AWOL,
like a great big wave
you crash
over
me,
leaving me feeling
helpless and weak,
far too raw and far too exposed
to bother
to salvage
the rags
of my
pride.

You play
tug of war
like a
champ
just to let the rope
fall
with me
still
hanging on,
oh

how

badly
I bleed truth
the heavier your breath
feels on my face,
the closer you come
to steal a kiss that
won't
ever
pass between
our
lips.

You like to leave me
out in the
cold,
watch my body
tremble,
my lips turn
blue,
I get a sick feeling that
sometimes
maybe
it warms you up
to see me getting the
shakes over
you.