Love Me Broken

Someone  told me once that I have to get myself together before anyone will ever love me, When I live with a sickness called Bipolar, there is no such thing as simple as getting myself together… 

I can maintain, I can stay balanced, I can drugged myself and be lucid. But will I ever just get over it like some get over their trust issues…..I guess not in this lifetime.

A Bipolar me is intensely energetic, passionate to the point of it being too much, outgoing with no barriers, and filled with grand ideas for a future who is probably very manic. It just so happens that manic individuals come across as more charismatic and on point because their mind harbors no doubts on their behaviour and is moving in overdrive. 

Dating me with such sickness is like its own special brand of …nonsense. Generally, I want a fixer. People who love you in general want to fix what is broken, help you outgrow it but that person not possible here. They just want to love you as a whole person but at times I feel that is not possible with me. He has no choice but to love me broken.

I know I might be right for like 90% but the 10% is hell on earth. He must know how to pick me up when I fall not just holding my left arm and leave my right arm swinging. I am no any wounded animal waiting for rescue. I am strong, I am happy and my sickness isn’t going to stop me from me being great and loving you. I can be love …..

Its painful being a bipolar.The reality is,you fell in love with just one fragment of that person. If you haven’t spent enough time with the person then you probably haven’t experienced their “normal”-or how they would be if medicated and managed properly.

But,I often pushes people away.. Because it hurt less. But, would you hold me firm and catch me so that I can fall back to earth?

I may never be fully fixed but I am loveable.  

But you'll have to love me broken.