I used to find it romantic and endearing how in Hollywood stories the protagonists triumphs over insurmountable obstacles to find their happy endings until I notice there’s always a third party who’s left behind a third party who’s expendable and the cost of the happy ending the protagonist are granted it makes me wretched with empathy and feel grief for them because too often, I’ve known what it’s like to be left for someone prettier, shinier, easier, MORE EXCITING and I wonder if it’s time to write stories about them the third parties left behind who didn’t make the cut in their lover’s love story
Siempre seran lo mas importante para mi-mi prioridad- nunca esperé que mi sueño de tener una familia sería una realidad inesperada pero los tres son el sol, la luna, el universo en mis ojos son mis mas dulces tesoros
Alfonsina Storni found me on a cold november night and it was what my spirit needed to be resuscitated into feeling something Alfonsina Storni found me on a cold november night and I couldn’t wait to show mami she dedicated Hombre Pequeñito to Papi and we laugh at his expense for a minute Alfonsina Storni found me on a cold november night and I watched her 1957 bio pic with mami we stood in awe at how progressive it was for its time but at the same time understood how much progress still needed to be made for woman kind
You were one of my false starts this year it wasn’t your fault though I tend to get stars in my eyes over any man who gives me attention, And is equally emotionally unavailable
It’s a lethal combination for me And even if I know better, I always fall for it except this time I fell harder than usual because you’re also a man who calls me out on my bullshit
ceo assassin come find me, I bet you’re a crazy communist who can match my bpd and bipolar energy you leave me breathless with an insatiable sexual hunger to make magic between my sheets ceo assassin come find me, let’s run away together from this capitalistic bullshit society and form our own version of utopia one where universal healthcare is a real thing, one where no one has to work 60 hour weeks to make ends meet, one where we are working to live and not living to work ceo assassin come find me, I don’t care that you’re on the most wanted list, I don’t care that they call you a murderous psychopath all I can see in front of me is divine masculinity and bravery who’s fucking tired of the trickle down economics false narrative this consumerist society conditions us to believe and i, more than other people understand you perfectly I can’t recall how many times I, too have found myself in a murderous rage wanting to turn to violence to make my working class anger heard and seen to send a message to the haves and the heathers, karens, chads, and brads of the world fuck you and your vacations, your teslas, and your brand name clothing while the rest of us have to settle for crumbs of the American Dream ceo assassin come find me, between your anger and mine combined, it could be the match that ignites an entire revolution not just against those who deny our insurance claims but also going against the 1 percent who deny us the freedom to just exist without worrying about how to make it in this consumeristic society and parasitic world without going crazy
your boundaries are clear as spring water I heard them between the gaps of silence in our texts you don’t want to encourage any attention from me or send mixed messages so instead, you don’t answer or initiate any conversations and I don’t blame you for this- After all, I am batshit crazy, I wouldn’t date me either so I will no longer bother you I’ll leave you alone respect the professional boundaries and walls you have erected Take this as another sign from the universe I’m still too damaged for another chance at love
within a span of a few minutes, I became my dad and my son became me he rolls his eyes at me as I give him practical advice on buying a car is this place reputable? think of the interest rate how many miles are on it? He loses his patience and accuses me of hovering over him and for the first time I feel empathy and compassion for my dad Understanding that this parenting gig isn’t easy and no matter how grown your kids are It’s hard to let them go and live life according to their own terms
not sure when a new muse will appear I just gave up on my most recent one I can take a hint he’s not interested he’s scared because I’m too crazy and will fuck up his life and maybe he’s right maybe I’m not healed enough, not intelligent enough maybe for him I’m just not enough and this doesn’t make me angry I’m in the acceptance phase I’ll no longer bother him I’ll just let him be I’ll just wait for a new muse to appear out of nowhere from my dreams into my real life my manifestation game is strong though sometimes my aim is off
run away from your demons, run away from your trauma by running away to the philippines and abandoning your 4 children and playing happy families with the girl who’s only 2 years older than your oldest son run away and try to live out your own version of happiness pretend your American nightmare was a nightmare lived and already forgotten about except your children’s faces and all of your misdeeds will come to haunt you in your dreams the minute you find sleep it won’t matter how many trips, how many child brides you have, how much you tell yourself “I’m great, I’m fine” all of that guilt sits in your gut ready to burst ready to explode and another bout of pleading forgiveness will appear out of nowhere as you near 50 and after that happens Karma will come around you’ll sow what you harvest and reaped
I still smile at my phone every time I get a text from you and ugh-crush season is here again- even as I constantly say, nope, it’s over we’re better off as friends, I’ll never be enough for him So I avoid you but you appear in my dreams Sometimes we’re a thing, other times you appear in the background and I can’t even make it a week without texting you-and haha- Surprise, surprise I still like you and ew- a crush in my middle age it’s so fucking embarrassing
she had no choice but to sell her body to provide for her family without an education, she had to use her beauty as currency it was her only way out of the curse of poverty she was born in, out the adobe house she grew up in so she put on her loudest and reddest lipstick slid on her garter belt and fishnet stockings over her slender thighs along with the most revealing and tightest dress she could find and stood at the corner with a plastered smile on her face, poised like a doll for the taking the only english she knew was “me love you long time”
4 decades later her sons would make amends and forgive her even if a couple of them didn’t know who their fathers were even though this started a generational curse carried on unintentionally she just wanted to know what it was like to not struggle to have enough food in her belly to be able to wear more than two outfits in a year it was her pipe dream she wanted to make into reality
estaba fregada apenas me sonreíste y aunque trate de mantener mi distancia por mi historia desastrosa de amor esa sonrisa mato la cínica en mi y tenia que conocerte
Sometimes I miss our rollercoaster of toxicity even when you came back to me sober you still managed to emotionally dysregulate me and destroy me and while I’ve tried to find a replacement for you no one holds a candle to you no one brings me the level of excitement you once did everyone feels meh and blah compared to you, everyone is mediocre
Like shipwrecks in a cavern, somehow we came together putting bandaids of lust to sooth and cover our loneliness causing chaos and rejecting each other only to always come back to each other and it was entertaining for a while until we both realized it was a waste of time and energy and fled to different caverns
a moment of serendipity happened when we ran into each other Christmas shopping You struck up a conversation and helped me with my bags and I told you about my plans for higher education and you said you wanted to help me and got my phone number we didn’t know at the time, one day we’d form a family get married and divorced within a span of twenty years isn’t life, so, so crazy? How ten minutes of conversation ended up leading to the beginning of one of my most important stories?
Life on the BPD 