Confirming my soul was evil.
A single correct diagnosis?
Freed me from the delusion.
Like flipping a light switch,
My pain had a purpose.
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Billionaires Will Never Be Happy
I’ve never seen a happy billionaire.
I’ve seen many happy millionaires,
But not a single happy billionaire.
Once you get that far down,
Engulfed in a need for greed,
You will never feel happiness.
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My friendships made me feel love,
When I didn’t allow romance.
My friendships kept me warm,
When all I could feel was cold.
Without real friendship,
Without platonic love,
I wouldn’t be alive.
Continue reading “Power of Friendship Poem | Farewell Oregon”Content | Living with Bipolar Disorder
I forgot how this feels:
Content
The absence of external stimuli,
Coupled with a lack of internal.
And yet?
Not surrounded by misery,
Not consumed by fatigue,
Not drowned by disinterest.
Instead?
Continue reading “Content | Living with Bipolar Disorder”My College Freshman Crush | 9 BPD Symptoms: Idolization & Devaluation
Brand new to adulthood.
Brand new to college.
Brand new to bisexuality.*
When you caught my eye,
I was not looking for friendship.
I remember feeling startled —
You took my breath away.
So I left my new roommate,
And I follow you to the elevator…
You laughed at something dumb I said.
Did you realize you had a grip on me?
You held the power in our friendship?
Congrats Z — you were the first,
The one & only,
Close friend I ever fell for.
To be fair to my poor lesbian heart,
You were exactly my type,
And I never wanted friendship.
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Spanish word meaning: “twin sister”
Dear Gemela,
I love you.
You are like a sister to me.
Not “like” a sister,
My twin sister.
Always on my side,
Against anyone who’s not.
You always have been.
Even since we met,
Since I was a sad,
Angry,
Broken child.
You were the bright light,
The brightness in Utah’s clouds.
Continue reading “Gemela & #1 Amiga | Living with Borderline Personality Disorder”If you want to know me, read my poetry
I could write a million stanzas,
And still not convey what I mean.
“If you want to know me,
Read my poetry.”
Is that it? Is that all?
Do you know me now?
Perhaps you know me as much as you can,
From a one-sided conversation.
What’s the point of it, then?
Of poetry, or the written word at all?
When it’s one person speaking,
And another one listening along?
Is that a human connection?
One person listens to another.
Is that the reason we write?
Or is it just the start?
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