how do you measure love
when your heart is a wildfire
& theirs is a candle?
i want a love
that burns my skin
just to prove it’s real,
but they tell me
that warmth
is enough.
maybe i want too much—
a love that spills over,
a love that consumes,
but isn’t that what love is
supposed to feel like?
because if it’s not desperate,
if it’s not all-encompassing,
then how do i know
it’s real?
they call it "too intense,"
but all i hear
is "not enough."
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC
how do you measure love
when your heart is a wildfire
& theirs is a candle?
i want a love
that burns my skin
just to prove it’s real,
but they tell me
that warmth
is enough.
maybe i want too much—
a love that spills over,
a love that consumes,
but isn’t that what love is
supposed to feel like?
because if it’s not desperate,
if it’s not all-encompassing,
then how do i know
it’s real?
they call it "too intense,"
but all i hear
is "not enough."
idk if this is a universal experience for those with bpd. but no matter how hard someone loves me it never feels enough.
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