A drunken thought
Of love never forgotten
And the hurt won't go
Because I won't let it out
And I hold it close
Until it turns to love again
While I learn to be good
Not hurting those I love
But loving with my head
Because my heart's too dark
To ever give again
I yell and I cry
And my heart is still beating
And these drunken words
Tumble from my fingers
I won't love again
Until I learn to do it right
Without hurt and with trust
Only when pushed to the limit
Can I say to you
That I love you always
My leaving was a gift
Because I am not worthy
Of your and their love
Sitting and learning
And playing pretend
That I'm a kindly person
With feelings of good
And the anger steeps until
Explosions for the love
Only for the love
Hurting those I love
And only those I love
Author notes
I have Borderline disorder. I only hurt those I love the most. I'm a cunt, full through. And drunk. Very drunk.
Please tell me what you think
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so they actually diagnosed you know? your not a cunt, we love you through and through...and you write very well, a very good poem indeed, even when your drunk. yay drunk!


