#lovingbpd

You’re consumed with the bad,

when there’s so much good inside.

A lost little boy,

frantic for a place to hide.

A sea of unfamiliar faces-

they threaten at your knees.

Your breath may quicken, but you won’t fall;

you’re stronger than you think.

My perfect broken angel.

So delicate, so sweet.

But in a moments time,

so angry and so bleak.

You want to hold my hand,

to feel you’re not alone.

But your fingers are a trap.

You disguise them as a home.

I tell myself, “It’s not his fault,”

the doctors tell me too.

But how can I be so in love

with a shell of what is you?

I want to scream and fight,

let frustration have its ugly view.

But how can I hurt an angel?

One who’s already so blue.

So I bow my head and brave the storm.

I tell myself, “Just for one more night.

Hold on, for the good inside of him.