I have BPD, but you don't see
the storm that twists and tears through me.
I push, I pull, I want, I break,
I test the love I fear you'll take.
You promise things will be alright,
but my mind whispers through the night:
"It never lasts, it never stays,
they always leave, they walk away."
I want to see you, feel your touch,
I want too little, then too much.
But when you say you need some space,
I spiral, lost inside my place.
It sounds like tricks, like mindless schemes,
but trust me, love—it's not what it seems.
I feel too deeply, can't unwind,
a hurricane inside my mind.
So if you stay, then stay for real,
don't make a promise you won't feel.
Because I love in highs and lows,
and where this ends—
I'll never know.