
You danced into my world
You promised to stay
That we would grow old together
At times you tried
At times I cried
The dancing stopped
the distance grew
You made me crazy
You lied
I still tried
I still cried
We grew old
And then you left.
The papers aren’t final
But the feelings are
You want to be friends
But you make me crazy
I will not try
I will not cry
Because you left
And I did not die
I wish you knew how crazy
You are. And old.
You left and I’m not crazy anymore.
About the Creator
Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)


Comments (2)
Thank you! Sorry you can relate...trying to make things work with someone bipolar is extremely challenging...especially if they won't take their meds.
So sorry!❤️Great poem!! I definitely can relate❤️