The Bipolar Lover
Too much,
Not enough,
Treading eggshells for love.
I'm a wine glass poured too full,
Sloshing onto your lap.
Wishing I could find the tool,
To turn off my heart's tap.
I'm a singular rose,
When you expected a bouquet.
Wishing I had roots for toes,
I'd grow more just to kill your dismay.
Depending on my mind's war,
I can be all you needed and more.
Until I'm a burden,
stricken by the fall...
Either way doll,
I'd walk my feet bloody and sore,
Just for love, above all.
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Posted Jun 13, 2022, 4:39 AM UTC · edited
The objects used here are very symbolic. Wine which is oh so romantic and yet unforgiving to relieve memories. Eggshells show the fragility of the character and her willingness to do it all for the sake of doing it all. It’s almost a fight with herself about how to love without losing yourself. Being all you can be (a singular rose) but failing the expectation of a bouquet, yet we still fight for our place in your heart and satisfaction. Lovely !
Yess, my exact thoughts ! I wrote this describing my own love life. Thank you for your comment♥️