bpd relationships
I don’t want my love to be violent.
But when I love, I rip my organs out of my chest, I take my knitting needles and make you a scarf out of my intestines to keep you warm while I bleed out freezing.
When I love, I see your trail of fingerprints, heart shaped kisses and scars. When love passes it doesn’t feel like it’s mine, it still belongs to you.
I wince at the thought of someone else erasing your mark, taking your property.
When I love, I mentally change my last name to yours, hell I'd even change my first name. anything to feel closer to you, I want to feel you, be you, touch you, if I'm not everything to you I'm nothing, I'm worthless.
When I love, I brush my teeth stood next you every night. I take hold of your toothbrush and playfully brush for you. when I'm alone I'm scared I'm going to get dental decay because brushing my teeth without you next to me, i just don’t feel clean.
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