Poetic Bipolar Mind

Loving You, Losing Me

Kiana Jimenez

September 24, 2025

Loving you felt like shoes on the wrong feet,

Every step is unsteady, an incomplete beat.

I could still move, but something felt wrong,

A rhythm off-key in a broken song.

Loving you felt like the wrong side of the bed,

Each morning heavy, a fog in my head.

The sun would rise, but I couldn’t see,

The weight of frustration consuming me.

Loving you felt like living alone,

Sharing space, yet my heart turned to stone.

Hours of silence, a ghost by my side,

Your presence forgotten; my loneliness amplified.

Loving you felt like pouring too deep,

Draining my soul, no strength left to keep.

I gave you my all, down to the last drop,

Yet the cup stayed empty, and I couldn’t stop.

Loving you felt like gasping for air

Anxiety gripping, a breathless despair.

My lungs collapsed under love’s cruel sting,

An endless fall without a wing.

Loving you felt like signing my death,

I’d give my last heartbeat, my final breath.

Like Juliet longing for Romeo’s embrace,

I would have died to be loved in your space

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