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My Love

I waited in a
freezing empty hospital
bed just to see you.

You were lovely: warm
as a summer day but still
mine; you felt like mine.

I don't see why I
was torn from you... why I struck
out at you, so cold.

I don't like being
mean by pushing you away
or yelling in class.

I don't mean to not
talk to you when you try to
say something to me.

I'm sorry I change
so constantly. I wait
in the bed for you.

Don't you know what I
have? I am bipolar. I
can't love right. Sorry.





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