Disease

You bruise me.
You shorten me.
You fill me with pain
You exhaust my movement.
I think the only reason I call you my friend
Is because you’re my security.
And once you left,
I missed you.
I missed our tear jerking moments.
The times of steel to flesh.
The hardest of times.
Where I walked around with heavy steps.
I don’t want you back,
But I miss you.
We keep each other in balance.
I give you what you want and you give me what I need.
It’s a strange conspiracy
You’ve become my bipolar disease.