I wrote this poem in May of 2024.
waited for you at the bar as I downed a margarita
anxiety and anticipation sat in my belly
wondering if I could be your dream girl
wondering if this time you’d kiss me
Wondering if there would ever come a day
I’d regret meeting you
Life on the BPD 
That ending is a great twist. Didn’t see that coming. Happy Mother’s Day.
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I think I already this one, but I did again and that ending surprised me as much as the first time I read it.
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already “read” this one. I forgot a word there.
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