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Sometimes  true love is not enough                                                           that  chapter in life can be so tough                                                            ­for  even  true  love can run its course                                                          cause  destruction with a gale force                                                           The  years can take its toll on you                                                         make  you  feel like you've been abused                                                  leaving you empty and feeling bruised                                                          ­ you  end up hurt and  confused                                                    ­  It's  not  the  way it's written in fairy tales                                                     it  can leave wounds in your heart like rusty nails                                        Keep   somethings    just  for  yourself                                ­               things  you don't share with anyone else                                                             ­                                          Be  your  own  real true love                                                             ­         that  love is always good enough                                                         If  another  love comes along                                                            ­    remember to keep your self-love strong
It seems like you have had a change of heart                                                            ­                                    want  me  to  think you don't want to tear me apart                                                            ­                                        Now  you  want me to forgive and to forget                                                    that you stabbed my heart with a bayonet                                                          ­                                          It  wasn't  until I put my foot down                                                       told  you I was through and stood my ground                                       That  you knew I was telling you the truth                                           that  I  was really over me and you                                                     Now  you're acting like you are a changed man                                 You  have seen the light, you give a ****                                                             ­                           You  want  the  chance  to  prove  your love again                                                            ­                      Given  up  on  all  your selfish demands                                                          ­ Be who I need you to be as a man                                                         That  I  was right and you understand                                                     but  there  is something that I didn't forget                                                          believing  in your lies is my biggest regret
Lost in a labyrinth of polished mirrors,
In a kingdom ruled by shame and fear,
I laid imprisoned by doubt and hate.
Like a rare bird with clipped wigs,
I quietly guarded my very own prison,
Holding the key while longing for a freedom.

While wallowing beneath my shinny masks,
I lost sense of my true reflection,
The very essence of my shattered soul.
Drowning in an insatiable thirst that never ceased,
I begged to be seen, heard and felt,
But choosing the sweet refuge of self-annihilation.

But when you can no longer thrive in oblivion,
All the mirrors finally begin to illuminate,
Revealing the very truth of my eternal sorrow.
Only when scars can bleed without bandages,
The soul can free itself from all invisible chains.
I've given myself permission to just be me                                                               ­                                          to  accept  myself as I am unjudgementally                                                  ­       to  look at my reflection and like what I see                                                       to  open  up  my                                   mind  to  loving  myself  wholly                                 ­                  to  seeing  all  the  things I do as natural for me                                                               ­                           and  stop  trying  to  do  what's expected of me                                                               ­                                to  accept  my  flaws  as parts of me                                                               ­ and  to love myself unconditionally                                                  ­    to  open  up my heart without fear                                                             ­         to  cry openly and to shed my tears                                                            ­to  put myself out there honestly                                                         ­        to  be all  that I am meant to be                                                               ­       to  stop  living for others and to put me first                                                       to  realize  I have value and what I am worth
Women, mothers, often give all of themselves to others to make them happy. I wrote this in 2014 when I was still doing that. I am happy to say I am now making myself happy and discovered I am worthy.
Beloved soul.
Who finds these words.
I wish I could hold your hands
and tell you just how deeply
special you are.

The universe you carry within,
is a gift to share,
even in fragments.

I send you so much love
because you are here for some of
the same reasons as I am.
To be seen, to express your soul
in ways most people
cannot understand.

For me to witness
a glimpse of your experience,
to see the doors of the heart
you keep hidden.

What a honor that is.

Beloved soul, your work is so important.
Thank you for sharing parts of you,
even when you sometimes
forget how extraordinary
they are.
Today was a day made just for me,                                                              ­ and  I needed it desperately                                                      ­                      A  chance to be all by myself                                                           ­     to  think  of me and no one else                                                             ­ A  moment to catch my breath                                                           ­ give  myself my very best                                                                         To  thank God for this time                                                             ­            and  for this peace of mind                                                             ­       For  self-reflection , inner peace                                                            ­     God's love recharging my batteries                                                        ­ He  tells me to take care of myself                                                           ­  It  isn't considered being selfish                                                                 I  often forget that to able to give   freely                                                        I  first  have  to be able to live for me
Watch me as I fall apart                                                            ­                as  I  try  to heal my broken heart                                                            ­             Hear me cry myself to sleep                                                            ­ isn't  this  what you want from me                                                               ­ See  me writhe in my misery                                                           ­          so  you can eye me pitifully                                                        ­            Laugh  at me with all your friends                                                          ­ brag  how it came to a bitter end                                                              ­           Take the credit , or blame me                                                               ­ this  is  what they have paid to see                                                              ­ Strip  me  of  my  self-esteem                                  ­                                   Kick  me while  I lay bleeding                                                         ­          inflict  your brand of cruelty                                                          ­  I  knew  that's how it was going to be                                                      Ruin  me for anyone else                                                                           pull  me through the fires of hell                                                             ­    Prove to me no one would care                                                             ­   that  no one will ever be there                                                            ­    Throw  in that I am such a *****                                                            ­     that  should just  about cover it                                                               Tell  me how I made you cheat                                                            ­      balk  at  me while I weep                                                             ­              Help me to get over you                                                              ­                   I  will thank you when we're through
girlinflames Oct 4
This encounter
is not about you,
it is about me.

About how much
I can live this desire
without losing myself.
yelhsa Sep 28
I love you,
most say these words are powerful.
Love is such a strong word,
to just be saying it.
I mean it,
I do not care if you look at me different.
I have BPD,
and sometimes my loyalty disgusts me.
When I feel betrayed,
I still would not try to unlove you.
I may push you off the pedestal,
but you are still good,
I cherish you.
If you need me,
I don't hesitate,
I love you!
I learned the way I love,
is the same love I be missing.
They say my love can be toxic,
I can become possessive.
I have worked ******* managing my love,
I love near and far.
Love is all I am made of,
Love is all I want to give you.
BPD and Love, it is such a complex duo if you ask me. The rollercoaster of emotions I have with my friendships & relationships eventually exhaust me. During my 20's I spent majority of the time searching for love. The struggles I faced were, I was loving the wrong person, or my possessiveness & jealousy would get in the way. This year I have entered my 30's & my goal is to redirect my love to myself.  It will be hard, and you will struggle, but give yourself patience's. Learn how to really love yourself. Some advice for all of my BPD readers.
Joshua Phelps Sep 25
oh sad eyes,
look up,
try to see—

it’s not over.

you didn’t break,
you didn’t falter.

i know it’s hard,
harder to deny—

sometimes you
have to let them go
before your soul dies.

you can’t carry two worlds
when only one is yours.

look at me,
sad eyes,

i promise
it’ll be okay.

sometimes you
have to build walls,
draw a line in the sand.

sad eyes,
please understand—

it doesn’t mean hate,
it means you chose peace
over conflict.

maybe one day
you’ll cross paths again,
and both of you
will understand.

sad eyes,
look up,
try to see—

this is not
the end of you.
A poem I wrote to remind myself that choosing peace doesn’t mean failure. Sometimes protecting your soul means letting go, even when it hurts.
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