I wrote this in 2006 about my husband, then boyfriend. I tend to put a lot of my worth in the person I’m romantically involved with. This is another BPD trait.
Rising from darkness I struggle to find
the light in the oblivion
that has become my life.
The light is bright with love without conditions .
The light tells me I’m good enough.
The light is you.
For the English version of this poem, click on the link below.
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/20/betrayed/
Convertiste el amor bonito que tenÃamos
en una pesadilla de traiciones y mentiras
Estabas enamorado de ella
todo el tiempo que estuvimos juntos
y ahora me voy para siempre
porque merezco mejor
que gastar mi energÃa en un traidor
Thank you for the nights full of passion
Thank you for your mouth and hands
that make me lose control
that make me melt like an ice cube
in the sun
Thank you for coming into my life
Even if it’s for an instant
Thank you for being here
For the English version of this poem,click on the link below:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/13/poetry-pathetic-asshole/
Tengo que decirte
eres un desgraciado
no supiste respetarme
Arrepiento haberte conocido
pensaba que eras mi amigo
pero ahora veo que eres mi enemigo
No quiero verte nunca mas
fuiste una desgracia más en mi vida
Te deseo muchos años de miseria
Por llenarme de agonÃa
Day 6 of doing a 31-day poetry prompt challenge. Today’s prompt was “A Deafening Silence”
I wrote this poem is creative writing class in 2006. It’s some kind of form poetry but can’t remember what it is.
Did I ask for your advice?
Father and mother
You are not that wise
So I told a few lies
I didn’t mean to hurt her
Did I ask for your advice?
I had to break mine and her ties
Any words, please don’t offer
You are not that wise
I’m a man of twenty-five
Don’t treat me like a youngster
Did I ask for your advice?
Please don’t give me those eyes
And pretend to be higher
You are not that wise
Stop it with your sighs,
My dear mother and father
Did I ask for your advice?
You are not that wise!
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/10/17/poetry-i-still-love-you/
Escribà este poema en 1999 pensando en Andrew, un ex enamorado que tuve con cual me obsesione.
TodavÃa te amo
no se porque
tu fuiste el arco iris en mi vida
que nunca espere
me diste el regalo especial de tu amor
pero después ella llegó
y tu amor se esfumó
deje de ser tu querida
y ahora me siento como una inutil
porque aunque tú escogiste a esa
Hay algo que te tengo que confesar
todavÃa sueño con nosotros
y nuestro amor
Here is a link to the English Version:
Poetry: Fun is Gone
Escribà este poema en 1998 pensando como mi vida iba a cambiar por mi embarazo precoz.
Terminaron las travesuras estúpidas
y la playa con mis amigas
y tener un montón de enamorados
Los próximos años estarán llenos
de pañales y baberos
y noches desveladas
Asà será el desenlace
mi adolescencia
For the English version of this poem, click on this link: https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/11/02/poetry-lost-concentration/
Escribà este poema en 1998 cuando me di cuenta que estaba embarazada con mi primer hijo.
No me puedo concentrarme
pensando en mi desgracia
La muerte serÃa mejor
que seguir mintiendo
Me estoy subiendo de peso
Y la regla no me baja
No puede seguir aguantando
esta pesadilla que es mi vida
estoy perdiendo esperanza
¿Quién me puede ayudar?
Todo esto
por unos minutos
de placer
Here is the link to the English Version of this poem:
Poetry: The Liar
Escribà este poema en 1997 cuando me enojo con el padre biológico de mi hijo mayor. Me desilusione cuando el paro de llamarme.
Creà cuando me dijiste
que me amabas
Fui una tonta en confiar en it
Creyéndome tus promesas falsas
Fuiste cruel al usarme para apagar
tu sed primal
Me dejaste como otra vÃctima
de tu juego desalmado de amor
Tu corazón debe ser hecho de hielo
para mentir por tu antojo sexual
I wrote this in 2006 inspired by my husband’s parents.
Many of us speculate
Why and how these two met
She was always literature’s mate
he was very well unread
But still these two started
A very fruitful fairytale
One without castles
Or a tall, tall bed
But one that would blossom
Into a lovely romance
that would bring me
my special somebody
For the English version of this poem, click on the link:
Escribà este poema en 1997 . Estuve inspirada por una ira fuerte que tuve contra una de mis exes.
Eres una canalla
y eso me entristece
Presionas a las mujeres
con tonterÃas
para que se acuesten contigo
A ti no te importa
como ellas se sienten después
De ser usadas para tu placer primal
Nunca pensaste que una de ellas
se vengarÃa de ti
Ahora pasas tu vida en tu cama
Porque eres un maldito desgraciado
Que irónico es todo esto
porque tenÃas que agregar otra a tu lista
de mujeres usadas
I wrote this inspired by the first time I met Andrew. I think I kept on thinking about him and getting nostalgic because I was so carefree and happy when I was with him.
Not a boy but not yet a man
He took my sweaty hand
Dancing was his aim
Andrew was his name
And with his clown feet
He showed me moves so weak
And an excuse I was about to invent
But then the moment went
And that was our when
the slow music started to lure
strong emotions started to brew
Innocent love soon ensued
I was his world, he was mine
We were the most perfect rhyme
But then reality hit
A truth we couldn’t beat
And even though I’ve moved on
It’s Andrew, I’ll always yearn for
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