Aqui esta la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/06/cada-dia/
My heart sings when youβre near me,
people tell me its infatuation
that I fall too fast for the wrong men
but theyβre wrong, so wrong
What I feel is love
Aqui esta la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/06/cada-dia/
My heart sings when youβre near me,
people tell me its infatuation
that I fall too fast for the wrong men
but theyβre wrong, so wrong
What I feel is love
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/26/poetry-why-dont-you/
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 estΓ‘ empezando con sus chismes
hasta piensan que soy la causa de ti infidelidad
y mientras me rΓo de sus chismes
nuestra colega me contΓ³ la verdad
que ella es cΓ³mplice en tu infidelidad
y la mirada en su cara me dijo todo
ella estΓ‘ desesperadamente enamorada
esto es un juego de amor peligroso que estΓ‘s jugando
donde tres personas se van a quemar
Escribi este poema en enero del 2022.

Iba en la maletera del carro
llena de las mentiras de mis padres
que toda estarΓa bien
y nos Γbamos hacia la alegrΓa
a un lugar misterioso y mΓ‘gico
Iba en la maletera del carro
asustada y llorando lΓ‘grimas
mientras mi mami me abrazaba
me decΓaβcΓ‘llate, pronto llegaremos a
nuestro destinoβ
Iba en la maletera del carro
y casi me sentΓa sofocada
pero mi mami me susurraba
βduΓ©rmete, casi llegamosβ
Iba en la maletera del carro
y cuando salimos
el sol no sonriΓ³
y fue el primer dia
en nuestra nueva patria
Here is the English Version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/23/poetry-infatuation/
las mariposas que siento por ti
se convierten en poemas de amor
aunque nuestro amor nunca pueda ser
y tΓΊ perteneces a otra
tengo que reconocer
que eres el nuevo objeto de mi inspiraciΓ³n
que se estΓ‘ volviendo en una obsesiΓ³n
Aqui esta la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/17/poesia-inquieta/
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
Iβm 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
I wrote this in January of 2022.

Iβm done apologizing for being too much or not enough
Iβve always been enough
Iβm done apologizing for being crazy
Iβm Godβs creation of a perfect imperfection
Iβm done apologizing for being too bland or too spicy
Iβm a perfect blend of whatever I want to be
Iβm done apologizing for being me!
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/02/poetry-man-of-my-destiny/
Por fin conocΓ al hombre hecho para mi
pero es un catastrophe, el casado
ser su amante serΓa un pecado
pero me pregunto y pregunto
si el me desea
si el sueΓ±a conmigo
si el anhela un beso miΓ³
I wrote this in January of 2022.

Writing is my lifeline
with it, Iβm almost fine
without it Iβm almost lost
and my mind pays the cost
Writing is my lifeline
Especially since Iβm borderline
Itβs brings my truth to the forefront
Itβs almost my antidepressant
Writing is my lifeline
Itβs part of my lifeβs design
I accept it as my passion
and also my ammunition
I wrote this in January of 2022. I was angry.

Fighting for my cause
I question everything I learned
I take time to pause
my childhood lies burn
and make feel lost
Fighting for my family
I get so fucking angry
Why are people so shitty?
insulting my ancestry-
projecting their insecurities onto me-
Wait, are they jealous of me?
Fighting for my life
I pause of a while
thinking about all of my strife
and the past I need to reconcile
to move forward with my life
but this fight is worthwhile
I wrote this in January of 2022.

Iβm at another one of lifeβs crossroads
trying not to make a turn for the worst
donβt stop but donβt go too fast
I want my momentum to last
I slow down and observe
and carefully ride lifeβs curves
and this time I really listen
and reach out to close friends
Iβm not okay but I will be okay
soon Iβll find my way
Iβm still grasping for a stable sense of self
and learning how to love and accept myself
I wrote this in January of 2022.

my real diagnosis should be βfailure at loveβ
childhood trauma gave me abandonment issues
teenage trauma cemented it and added identity issues
combined with chronic emptiness
I couldnβt stand the constant void within
so I chased love trying to fill it
constantly sought out validation from men
to stop feeling ugly and alone
Iβve used them and theyβve used me
as band aids for our mutual loneliness
and when I start to feel sure of their love
it suddenly disappears
and all of my issues came back with force
with suicidal ideation entwined
And still I dusted myself off
and tried my luck with love over and over again
thinking each time it will be different
except it never is
they always tire of me and decide to leave
and once again my insanity hits and I break
Intrusive thoughts spiral in my head in an endless loop
ββiβm a failure to love,iβm a failure at love,
iβm a failure with love,iβm never enough,
iβm worthless, death must be better than thisβ
this was my tragic love story for 26 years
but on year 26, I said βfuck this tragic love storyβ
and I got the courage to change it
Iβm not a failure to love, Iβm not a failure at love
or Iβm not a failure with love
Iβm enough by myself, I can be alone by myself
and I turn into a success story of love
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/19/poetry-mr-new-guy/
nunca me has conocido pero estΓ‘s intrigado
por mi forma de ser
dices que soy sexy y estupenda
y te llevas bien conmigo
puede ser porque te dejo dominar
cada conversacion
y se como acariciar tu ego
RiΓ©ndome de tus bromas estΓΊpidas
y soy muy agradable
A lo mejor estoy siendo cΓnica
a lo mejor tu eres diferente
y deberΓa darte una oportunidad
y tΓΊ no serΓ‘s otro hombre
que me tratara como un pasatiempo
I wrote this in January of 2022.

My emotions cloud and distort my reality
anger brings out passive aggressive social media post
sadness tells me Iβm worthless
joy makes everything seem magical
numbness makes me want to end it all
hyper-sexuality makes me want to fuck almost everyone
My emotions cloud and distort my reality
I get paranoid, mad, sad, happy, and horny all in one day
My escapes used to be fucking and drinking
But I got older and wiser
And now I run and I write
My emotions cloud and distort my reality
And I learned to regulate and control them
I observe, I listen without judgment
and I honor my emotions
My emotions cloud and distort my reality
but now only for a short time
And Iβm in control again
Iβm no longer a mess of destruction and chaos
Here is the English Version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/02/long-wait/
ΒΏQuΓ© tengo que aprender antes de que sea mi turno?
estoy agotada tratando de encontrar a ese
esa alma gemela, aquel con quien siempre soΓ±Γ©
ese hombre que me extienda su mano
cuando empiezo a ahogarme
This was my response to prompt #26 : How has your life changed in the past year

2022 blessed me with more joy and growth than I could have dreamed of
I changed my narrative from a woman full of anger and resentment
to a woman full of contentment and an appreciation for everything
Unexpected and pleasant surprises filled up my year
swimming for the first time to Taylor Swift
music concerts that brought on catharsis
a spontaneous trip to my homeland where I found a stable sense of identity
and my accidental bangs in that beauty salon in Lima
I also learned to place my solitude as a priority for my recovery journey
It was the year when I stopped chasing love and unabashedly started
chasing my dreams, conquering my fears, and learning to love
the woman in the mirror
Itβs been one of the best fucking years of my life
when I finally learned the meaning of gratitude and healthy love