Bipolar Heart (Julia C.)

And I know you just wanna feel, how normal people wanna feel; you don’t wanna (feel like you) need some darker love.

You hate the way you crave the hate. Abhor the way you desecrate, yourself…
You don’t want the marks upon your skin, don’t want the mask that holds you in.
You’d rather be addicted to something pure.

You regret the wreck you’ve made of this, Predilections painful kiss.
You don’t want to be a creature wrought for sin.

They watch you sleeping through the night, imagination fervent in its paradise -
Suspended in a moment, free from grace.

When you wake your soul flutters back in, reviving all your dormant whims – for clarity, morality and sense.
Your madness is a treasured thing, but such chaos.