A promise to my bipolar boyfriend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Mental illness is something that I have surrounded with my whole life in many, many forms. This piece is a reassurance to someone very close to me.

On the days you have more emotions than you can count on one hand,
We can use my hands to count them, too,
Until you know longer feel like there’s a life-size globe bouncing off your chest like a paddleball.

On the days where you feel like the will to talk has taken paid holiday leave,
We can write notes in blue crayon like children until your vocal cords are tuned like an old grand piano
That sounds even more beautiful than it did when it was new

On the days you won’t stop apologising for feelings you can’t control,
I will trace the words ‘’it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay’’ on your back with my finger
Until you rip up the life sentence you’ve unfairly handed yourself

Your eyes change colour with your mood,
And even though they have changed from hazelnut to chestnut and back again twenty-six times in the last hour,
I still want to look into them before I fall asleep

You are not alone
You will never have to feel alone
I understand, and I love you

Submitted: March 02, 2014

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