loving you with borderline personality disorder

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being borderline is hard,

because we have so many slots in our souls

for people's pieces to fill.

and i'm not the type to fall easily,

but the day we first met

still manages to make me queasy.

not a bad kind, though.

it reminds me of the "butterflies in my stomach" idiom.

i'll lay down and wonder what the point of life is

until i picture the day we first met.

the salty breeze of the ocean was tangled in your hair

and your big, brown eyes shimmered like the sun.

our hands would touch, and my breath would stop

just like the world did when you held me in your arms.

the day we first met

was like Cinderalla with her glass slipper.

you were the princess, and my soul was the slipper.