Let’s go with this Scorpio Season!!!!
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Song of the Day 🤣 “I damn near started world War 3″🤣
poesÃa: mentira tóxica
here’s the english version of this poem:
Poetry: False Fairy Tale
todos creen en nuestra obra de teatro
tienen la impresión que vivimos un cuento de hadas
si solo supieran como me insultas detrás de las puertas cerradas
o como mi almohada se moja con mis lagrimas por tu desprecio
estarÃan con sus bocas abiertas por la mentira tóxica
que vivimos cada dia
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Canción del DÃa 🥳dedicado a mi ex esposo🥳
reflection
I reflect a lot on who I was, who I am, and who I will be-
and I’ve reach the conclusion that I’m proud of all three versions of me
Constantly fighting my demons no matter how viciously they came after me
Constantly reinventing and rebuilding myself even when the chaotic earthquakes
of life broke me apart
I reflect on the goddess, the beast in me who always refuses to give up
who continues to get and keep going no matter how hard life tries to break me down
1/19/23
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poetry: you won’t win
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
When I start to lose myself, death calls out to me
like a potential lover
it whispers my name and invades my thoughts
it shows me the many ways to chase it
Drive as fast as you can and lose control(no one has to know)
Accidentally take too many of your prescription meds
(they’ll say you weren’t feeling well that day)
or go for a dramatic effect and cut your wrists
with your razor from work
(oops you mistook your skin for a box)
Death tries to tempt me in many ways
and I count to 10 and scream
this time you won’t win
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Song of the Day 😪 “I coulda got contacts”😪
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poesÃa: en un santo amén
here’s the English version of this poem:
Poetry: Puppet
me tenÃas como un titere siempre arrastrándome
de acuerdo a lo que tu querÃas, a lo que tu necesitabas
nunca preguntándome o pensando en lo que necesitaba
y aun asà en un santo amén cortaste nuestro cuento de amor
porque aunque yo deje que me me jales a tu antojo
todavÃa no fui suficiente para ti y perdiste interés en mi
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Another One
What’s something most people don’t know about you?
trying to avoid self-destruction. I do everything in my coping toolkit
and since nothing works
I just allow myself to feel-allow my inner critic to win for a bit
I can’t keep fighting my negative thoughts –
they need to be heard and acknowledge
my fears who feed my anxiety telling me I’m crazy
and I’ll never be worthy of anyone
and I listen and cry to my bully within
I allow her to keep going until she starts getting tired
and slowly, I shut her out
at least for a while until another depressive spell happens
10/10/22
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Song of the Day 🥳😘 “but I am the better one”😘🥳
poetry: healthy is not
I wrote this poem in October of 2022.
I thought that for once I had a healthy kind of love but I was wrong-
Healthy doesn’t carry lies, toning myself down, or accommodate in extremes
Healthy is not running from conflict or avoiding hard conversations
Healthy is not hiding the worst parts of myself because I’m too scared to be alone
Even now, I’m not sure what healthy is-but I didn’t have it with you
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Song of the Day 😪 “hold still right before we crash” 😪
poesÃa: envidia
here’s the english version of this poem:
todos nos envidian y me tiran indirectas y insultos
porque una generación nos separa,
porque dicen que no soy suficiente para ti
pero ellos no entienden que has sido el primero
en tratarme como un princesa,
el primero en amarme de verdad
Life on the BPD 