Split the seam,

riff for riff,

smile for smile. and the band plays …. running on the streets ,

with abandon , you see them, eye to eye , hand in hand, love is blind,

do they know what it’s all about , that the world is out to swallow them whole, and you see them in the grocery store line, kissing like everything is all right…

do they know that diamond rings shatter … and trust comes easy when you’ve never been a victim but who’s counting bruises , who sees me sitting here in this boxing match anyway.. what in this life really matters?

And I’ve had that kiss before.. right before I got pushed to the floor.. maybe it’s all in what we perceive, maybe I expect too much from the wounded… maybe I…

standing on a hate machine made of rainbows and boys combined and I laugh..pushing through it all…. 

splitting at the seams…. wondering why … Bipolar love was always you and me….