We were made of glass, me and you
Each time we touched we crumbled
It's either me or her you get to choose
And now I feel nothing
What a waste of a clean slate
What a way to break my heart
You were the fisher and I was your bait
I knew you were going to throw me out from the start
We were both broken but we thought it was beautiful
At least we tried to make it work
You're a mouthful
You'll never know how much it hurt
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Borderline Personality Poetry
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* I have Borderline Personality Disorder These are the thoughts in my head I get the burning feeling to type out. Nobody in my life really cares to read them so I decided to put them on here. I have constant mood swings, so I can't t...
