I wrote this poem in May of 2024.
at 9, Mariah Carey taught me to look pretty
even as I’m suffering, even as I’m cast aside
for someone else
even as I’m crying and dying from grief
at 9, Mariah Carey taught me about
all of the lovely and terrible things
that come with falling in love
at 9, Mariah Carey gave me lessons
about life and love
I’ve carried into my middle age
Life on the BPD 
a true romantic! Wonderful and courageous and as always, I’m reminded of a favorite album of mine from high school called Romantic Warrior. No reason to stop now. More love, in all its complexities is bound to be on the way, eventually.
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