My Bipolar Journal – Episode 54
April 24, 2007
I am marking my profile as content because everyone else is although I'm really not content at all. I'm apparently writing poetry(ish) because everyone else is even though I'm not much of a poet. I'm such a follower.
Beautiful Trap
I gambled and can't decide if I won or lost, but can't change what happened
I looked in your eyes and for one solid moment thought clarity had given way to interrupt
Eyes so confused, eyes so hurt, eyes so happy, but what was it worth
Morals aside, I rushed into the tide and now can't decide what I've done
Your heart, on my sleeve I can wear like a badge of honor
The reason I spoke was for the same reason that I could read those eyes blind
Stories written and read on the raised bumps of my arms
What will happen when they reach my fingertips only to fall and end
Your head in my lap was a beautiful trap to make everything seem so clear
Knowing the truth that hadn't been said and hoping I was wrong again
I'd like to say that I didn't mean to but we all know when that's a lie
Honesty's ruined so much for us both but what could I do but shove it deeper inside
No takebacks, making the decision to make the decision made me wish my heart could stay blind
It's not good to know, but it's not good to hide not when things make you feel so inside
The angel of death is still an angel of truths and leaves nothing for us to disguise
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