Where are you now
Seemed like you were on my back
Holding me back
With that warm embrace
Your warm memories sigh
Seem so benign
Don't step out of line
As well you know your place
The solace you sought
Was to give a millstone
Beguiled and betray your tone
I'd have you back again
Held me so close a cloistered prince
Thrive on your hypoxic high
On your placental supply
Ectopic asphyxiation
I'm not a beleiver in the after life, but this haunts me still. I hope she felt all the love I have, and is now big enough (the universe should do) to allow me this observation of her BPD ways.