I wrote this poem in March of 2023.
life is full of making mistakes and then regretting them
It can’t happen any other way
because to be human is to make mistakes
to be human is a series of misadventures
where sometimes we lose our way
I wrote this poem in March of 2023.
How many times have I lied to myself
when I was young in believing some man’s love
would save me, would complete me
when all it ever did was decimate me
over and over again
but I refused to believe love could be anything
but beautiful
Until one day I learned to be honest with myself
and it was a lesson in dialectics
of how love can be both an ugly and beautiful thing
here’s the poem that inspired this poem:
Poetry: Emotions
vivo en la oscilación de mis emociones
entre extremos de altos y bajos
trato de encontrar la equilibración dentro de mi
pero es un unicornio para mi
algo que nunca existirá para mi
Escribà este poema en marzo del 2023.
algunas personas me juzgaran, me llamaran ardida, amargada
porque yo cuento la verdad de mi cuento de drama y trauma
porque ya no me quedo calladita de lo que me inquieta
ya no me trago mi dolor, ya no me hago chiquita para la comodidad
de otras personas
ahora escribo, grito, y canto todo lo que me paso
todo lo que me dolió-porque por mucho tiempo guarde
dentro de mi muchos sentimientos y eso me hirió
ahora tomo espacio y anuncio mi llegada
para que todos sepan que soy una leona cobrando
las deudas de aquellas personan que me traumatizando
here’s the poem that inspired this translation:
Poetry: Lame
SentÃa un mundo de furia e ira dentro de mi por tu ausencia
porque tu nunca fuiste parte de su vida, parte de su historia
pero un dia encontre paz y misericordia hacia ti
entendà porque las cosas pasaron tenÃan que pasar
y solté todo el resentimiento y odio del cual me aferraba
en vez me llene con agradecimiento por tu existencia
que fue una bendición que me enseñó
el sentido del amor incondicional
I wrote this poem in March of 2023. My reference is to Joe Goldberg from the show “YOU” and not Joe Biden( who is in his own right a monster as well.lol)
I sit around in horror-
flagellating myself for comparing myself
to a monster
I know that this was the only way to cope and process
with emotions that threatened to crush me
but if I had to be honest with myself
it makes me question the reality I was living in
and maybe the psychotic who resided inside of me
I wrote this poem in March of 2023.
On days like today, I feel too wild, too untamed
to be loved, to be handled by anyone
I feel like too much and I won’t find anyone who’s enough
and I wonder if I’ll really be alone forever
because right now that’s what my future looks like
and it’s not me trying to diss any potential love candidates
it’s me acknowledging how much of an earthquake,
a hurricane, a tsunami I can be
and even though I’ve done the work to tame my inner demons
It still feels like there is still so much work left to do
before I feel confident enough to invite anyone else into my chaos
Life on the BPD 