Killing My Evil Side: Living with Borderline Personality Disorder Poem

I tried to kill my evil side.


Most times it would evade clutch,

Openly mocking my attempts.


Other times it would allow touch,

Slyly preventing my movements. 


It never stopped

waiting,

watching,

whispering.


I desperately tried to kill my evil side,

While my evil side easily killed me.

Imagine the Blessed Day | Lesbophobia Childhood Trauma

“I’m not getting married”

…to a man was unsaid.


Not imaginable, the day

Nor the flowers, or bouquet


What a day it could be!

Those purest gathered around us,

Sharing the moment two souls join in God.


“What will he look like?”

Why can’t I see him?


“What will he say to you?”

Why can’t I hear him?


“What will his personality be?”

Why can’t I imagine him?


“Imagine the blessed day,

your wedding day,

an eternal husband awaits.”

Why can’t I breathe?