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A recently informed victim of bipolar revisits past actions with a lover... |
Because I Didn’t Know I lied to you. I told you I’d be where I wasn’t, when I wasn’t. I told you I’d be out with who I should’ve been out with, but I wasn’t with her. And I never planned on being with her. I was with someone else, somewhere else…all along. Because I didn’t know. I made you bleed. I hit you in the eye, with a hanger, in the dark. I grabbed a knife, and a screwdriver. I threw the screwdriver at you. I just threatened you with the knife, poking at your stomach. I never planned on stabbing you. I was angry; I was upset…all along. Because I didn’t know. I destroyed your shirts. I tore the t-shirt off your back, with my hands, in the hallway. I told you I would. I grabbed the scissors and cut the collar off your dress shirt. I sliced holes in the armpits of your sweatshirts. I never had a thing against your shirts. It was you; I didn’t want you to leave me…all along. Because I didn’t know. I made love to you. I told you I would; I looked you in the eye and ripped the shirt off your back. I unbuttoned your boxers. I stroked your thighs, and kissed your stomach. I rubbed my breasts against your body. I just wanted to love you. I just wanted you to love me back. Because I didn’t know. |