Bipolar’s Mistress – A.G. Diedericks

Our scars were vibing together
long before we ever learnt
how to dance
She unearths the secrets
I didn’t know i had

Torn up maps & cracked compasses
subjugated by the unknown
She comes with a lot of baggage
but she packs light

We feel on the outside
blowing smoke on their mirrors
Our reflection isn’t fit for Kodak;
it is too real, and out of place
We’re the perfect faux pas

In this reality of Russian Roulette;
she’s the one lying in my chamber,
pacing with a bottle of Vodka

Tear off this pallid skin,
she decreed..
Make me forget;
shade me with your flaws
be my best regret

She was my catharsis;
when poetry couldn’t palliate
my darkness
It was her..
My Bipolar’s Mistress

25 thoughts on “Bipolar’s Mistress – A.G. Diedericks

  1. Love this one, AG. Thank you for reblogging it for us.

    This stanza is perfectly crafted:

    “Torn up maps & cracked compasses
    subjugated by the unknown
    She comes with a lot of baggage
    but she packs light”

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  2. How do you do that? How is it that you break something in my brain with everything you write?
    I mean, seriously…
    “In this reality of Russian Roulette;
    she’s the one lying in my chamber,
    pacing with a bottle of Vodka

    Tear off this pallid skin,
    she decreed..
    Make me forget;
    shade me with your flaws
    be my best regret”

    You write to fuck minds and it works.
    So in love with your writing it pisses me off.

    Liked by 1 person

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