Bpd Writing - Blog Posts

⋆ Black and Orange Thinking

⋆ Dog

⋆ Untethered

⋆ The Soldier, The Sinner 

⋆  Ballet

Maybe in another life I can be gentle. Maybe there my soul is kind.

You gave up on me Michael. A naive part of me still believes you’re a short drive away, because I can’t believe you’d just leave without saying goodbye.

did i sit and stay,

like a good dog?

just how you asked?

my teeth bared,

so you’d mistake,

a grimace for a smile?

written with the panicked cadence of Siken in mind. he gets me.

5.30.23 - Profit off the Psychiatry. (excerpt)

My parents don't like the smell of the incense i burn. Its religious. They complain about it behind my back, like they do me.

i'm sorry for the awful audio of the spoken word, i am not sorry for my emotion.

when i think of you my heart is filled with anguish. i pray that when you think of me, yours is filled with penitence.

tonight the black hole where my heart is supposed to be feels as if it will eat me alive.

8.26.22

The Empty Kind. (excerpt)

“…I wish I didn’t burn every bridge I’ve ever stood on, now all I breathe is smoke.”