My Dad gave me this plastic eagle
It was a symbol of my struggles with Bipolar disorder
You can take the beak and pin it on a plastic tower
He showed me and said
Outside your face
Is a face
From deep down
There’s a look in his eye
When he draws it to
A day after sex
For the first time
We all have demons
That pull at our heart
That throw blows to our soul
And challenge our being.
The question becomes
It’s important to be alone sometimes, but it’s also important to realize that although we are alone in this world, we are all a part of humanity together.
Against a tired night
Life passes you by
On the streets
Of the boulevard
And you see the person
With her purse
With their hat
With their wild eighties leggings
I feel weird
I feel nothing.
We talked about how amazing our sex is
We talked about me going on the pill
We talked about our childhoods
We talked about our fears and tears
But we never talked about being together
Am I on your booty call speed dial?
My shrink said Zoloft might stop the constant
Stop the impulsive over talking of my brain?
That observes every time your eyes see an image
Walking down the street
Or feel something that entices the brain.
But it doesn’t.
It just makes my leg shake anxiously.