Cover me with a blanket of lies and tell me you love me tell me I’m the only one for you and false promises about you’ll never leave and how you’re not like the other guys Love me at your convenience, love me when I’m easy I’ll believe the fantasy and play my role of the perfect and polite princess until one day, I grow out of my role and explode and I’ll discover once again you’re like everyone else who can only stand me for a short while and accuse me of being a crazy bitch and leave
your wretched goodbye brought a radical change within me left behind was the naive girl who fell in love with you left behind was the stupid bitch who made a home in you left behind was the insecure woman who made you her world the woman who stands before you made a 360 turn the woman who stands before lives life according to her own terms without apologizing, without accommodation, without toning herself down the woman you left behind no longer exists she turned into ashes and out of the ashes turned into a brave and powerful queen who learned that her love is the rarest type of jewel that she reserves only for those who love her and accept her exactly as she is
you burned our novel of love because your courage ran out because you couldn’t fight for us- even when you told me over and over again how being with me made you feel alive how I was different from anyone you ever met none of that mattered because you chose your wife because she brings you security because she’s your peace because she’s comfortable because you preferred a static and predictable life with her Instead of living a life full of excitement and challenges with me
no se que es el amor y dudo que alguna vez sabré porque cada vez que intento vivir un cuento de amor para de repente o pierdo la cordura Y con cada amante nuevo pienso que aprendo algo del amor Pero, siempre resulta ser un empiezo falso y me siento demasiado cansada para seguir obsesionandome con algo que nunca sera para mi
we’re procrastinating our end not wanting to face the consequences of our doomed relationship so we keep wasting our time pretending we’re fine putting a bandaid of sex on our petty conflicts and keep using each other as blankets for our loneliness instead of being grown ups and admit how our love is no longer worth any effort
trato de escaparme de ti pero tu me sigues dondequiera que vaya tu olor, tu voz, tus besos me persiguen en mis sueños y aunque yo trato y trato de vivir sin pensar en ti siempre me encuentro en la jaula que es el recuerdo de tu amor
I had forgotten this poem I wrote in 2002 when I was going through something pretty hard.
I’ve fallen out of- I’m no longer yours to- I keep trying to find the right words to tell you I’m done with “us” but everytime I try it all feels so inadequate and I fall under a blanket of shame and guilt and I can’t go through with it
la soledad me abrazo como un amigo viejo y no me soltó la soledad me ama como un amante que no puede vivir sin mi la soledad me luce bien y por primera vez me hace siento suficiente y amada la soledad es mi calma y tranquilidad la soledad es un regalo del universo
porque no te armas de valor y le dices la verdad en vez de correr de tus sentimientos con infidelidad y borracheras estas haciendo dano a ti y a ella pronto tu conciencia te devorara no te estoy juzgando, estoy preocupado por ti la gente está empezando con sus chismes hasta piensan que soy la causa de ti infidelidad y mientras me río de sus chismes nuestra colega me contó la verdad que ella es cómplice en tu infidelidad y la mirada en su cara me dijo todo ella está desesperadamente enamorada esto es un juego de amor peligroso que estás jugando donde tres personas se van a quemar
I am restless and unsettled realizing you never loved me I was just another girl to you nothing special, nothing meaningful just someone temporary to pass the time with I’m growing tired of this repetitive story Another love that expires when I ask for something more Another story that starts off with so much promise only to end up as another tragedy
Por fin conocí al hombre hecho para mi pero es un catastrophe, el casado ser su amante sería un pecado pero me pregunto y pregunto si el me desea si el sueña conmigo si el anhela un beso mió
¿Qué tengo que aprender antes de que sea mi turno? estoy agotada tratando de encontrar a ese esa alma gemela, aquel con quien siempre soñé ese hombre que me extienda su mano cuando empiezo a ahogarme
Easy E,Tupac, and Dr.Dre calmed me down when I was lost amidst a nervous breakdown I couldn’t remember who the fuck I was or where I came from then I blasted some Gangsta Rap in my ear and remembered who the fuck I was I’m a Queen from the land of the Incas raised in West L.A and Paradise I’m made to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes even when they come disguised as humans that’s when I turned my grief into anger and rage and knew I wouldn’t be “just okay” I would make this my greatest comeback in my life story
I was never the marrying kind Don’t know why I forced myself into that line Maybe because of society’s expectations I made marriage my destination But it wasn’t really who I ever was Forever is not meant to be in my book of love But still I tried for seven years And by year 7, I ran into my biggest fear I felt trapped in a cage of my own making Happiness, contentment, and authenticity I was faking But it was never truly me Living this suburban reality And one day I wanted to sleep forever My mind collapsed from society’s pressure to continue this facade of being the perfect wife With my perfectly imperfect life My authenticity I had to put aside I’m a wife and mother of three There’s no such thing as being free But these were the lies I told myself The critic in me I learned to quell I learned I could be a mother but not a wife My husband took our relationship’s demise in stride There would no more anniversaries We were done with self imposed forgeries And a new chapter started with us One full of laughter, friendship and familial love
Life on the BPD 