On the Borderline- poems from someone with BPD, for people with BPD

Sangria and weed

I have a problem with sex

I tend to give it little thought

but the moment where there is weed,

you know damn well that head is about to be great.

I love the smell of wine on a cup,

late at night with my best friend,

talking shit about that bitch that pissed on me.

I love the taste of a sweet sangria on my lips,

because I can only kiss you when I know you'll think it was a mistake.

I like the idea of sex until there is a dick in front of me.

I love women, yet men will have to pay for me to even think of it

I want to go for a drive and smoke 5 blunts just to forget

that she left me behind without a trace

I want to get drunk until I'm crying in the corner with pictures of a whore who doesn't love me back

I want to vape until I feel good enough for the men who just want me for both my lips,

because if I gave them a piece of my heart I'd end up on a hospital bed.

I want to drink myself to sleep,

and maybe then I'll stop thinking about my rape.

But there is no universe in which I won't want you back,

because sangria and weed do truly bring out the slut in me.