I wrote this poem in November of 2019.
He comes with false promises of respect
and easy and uncomplicated lust
He promises never to hurt you
but it’s all a game to get for him to get laid
He just wants to use you for a hit and run
Once he’s done with you
He’ll discard you like trash
He’ll never see you as a person
He’ll only see you was a receptacle for his cum
He’ll only see you as an object of lust
and at times he’ll even claim to love you
when he sees he’s losing the toxic spell he’s placed on you
but once he’s got you in his bed
He’ll forget about you the next day
So it’s best to stop his emotionally poisonous game
that leaves you always feeling worthless in the end
and delete and block his number
and forget about the fuckboy once and for all
Life on the BPD 
YES! Screw people that don’t recognize your magic and just want to get into your pants. Flush them out of your life. I have to be damn sure I know a person on many levels before playing the physical sex game. I haven’t had too many intimate sexual experiences in my life, but with the ones I had, I stay in touch (email, phone) and even the first encounter who I didn’t know that well, we became friends over time. No more sex with her, but definitely good, healthy platonic connection.
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