What it’s like to love someone with bipolar disorder, when you are bipolar too.

a matter of life or death

*banging on door*

“MY BABY ISN’T…

you are a vast ocean,
a tumult of waves,
white crests that break
on the sandy shores.

come closer love
where the only space we’ll have
are the milliseconds it’ll take for me
to catch my breath you took away
right before i…

her heart — a secret
garden — with walls of ivy
tangled very high

a deep breath
he exhales the vast ocean
waves crash upon my
shores