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