Lover, Not Lord
Poor, poor me
with a frown across my face
suffering from depression
but I’ll still give you a chase
I am not weak for having issues
I am weak if I give into
your sweet chocolates and tissues
Smile for the camera babe
you say and take the picture
I didn’t want to take
but the flash is gone now,
I can feel the void
and you wonder why
I, look so mad on your petty polaroid
I keep trying to explain
the workings of my brain
but you push me away
and continue to shame
me, for things not in my control
I didn’t give up these reins
voluntarily, they were
taken from me, you stole
when you decided to be my saviour
all the other independence that I had
yet you can’t comprehend the difference
between being depressed and being sad
Love poems and bouquets
will not fix the pain I’ve suffered for years
in a few days
to love a girl
who is mentally unstable
is to be in it for the long run
before she unplugs her cable
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