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it both chokes me and frees me, haunts me and inspires me, breaks me and heals me, leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in the corners of my mouth. the night holds my heart in the way you used to hold this damaged organ. i remember how you held my hand, unwillingly to let go, while strolling … Continue reading melancholia #thoughts
living with a rapid cycling bipolar disorder is… … waking up in the morning and feeling on top of the world, then a minuscule event happens, like a bad feedback on your work or a message you sent that is being ignored, and your world falls apart – all the happy feelings disappear and a … Continue reading What living with a (rapid cycling) bipolar disorder feels like… #Self-Help
“She wondered if her saddest song had already been written, if her true love had already gone, if the worst storms had already passed & if the best was yet to come. Where was she heading? She only knew where she’d been. But she was dying to know when she’d feel happy again.” Continue reading Happy Again #LittlePoetry #13
Our love story: So brutally broken, so beautifully written We burned so bright, but our light dimmed so swiftlyLike a candle in the wind, we faded, like a raindrop in the ocean, we dissolved, in the crowd again, after a short amount of time We walk among the people in the busy streets, for now … Continue reading Our Love Story #Poem
“And I write and write and write it all of my mind, but still, even after all these words, all these lines, the pain stays alive” Continue reading Write, write, write #LittlePoetry #8
“I hate you for not telling the truth But I hate myself more for believing it was the truth” Continue reading The Truth #LittlePoetry #7