I don't like to make conversation.
Don't touch my arm with your warm soft hands like you care for me.
You don't care, wouldn't ruin your ego just to admit it to yourself that you could possibly fall in love with someone.
Maybe someone like me.
You spark emotions in my head, and I'm drowning in your eyes.
For a moment everything felt sort of alright.
I'm constantly afraid I'll end up swimming across oceans for people who wouldn't dare jump a puddle for me.
I suppose some people are just too afraid to wet their feet.
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Borderline Personality Poetry
Poesía*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...
