S P L I T T I N G

November 23, 2010 at 12:03 am (Uncategorized) (bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, poetry, splitting)

“You are my love, my life” says he.

I feel a sense of dread.

This will not last for long I know,

no matter what he’s said.

Too soon his words begin the shift,

to anger, spite, and hate.

Spewing ’til he makes the rift,

acceptance is my fate.

~ Survivor Squared