On the border line

unhealthy narcissism wears off by the morning-

I've remembered all the reasons why i should rot in hell.

ahead, another hard days work of trying to love myself.

by the time i lay my head down for the night,

falling on my own sword twice

will sound like a lovely way to turn out the light.

“i love your personality”

thanks it’s a disorder

i can’t let you touch me

i don’t want you wearing my color

“i love how passionate you are”

thanks it’s a disorder

i can’t let you hear me

best to keep these thoughts in

my therapist calls me a hoarder

“i love how much you love”

thanks it’s a disorder

obsession bubbles up

but when it’s over… it’s over

“i love how honest you are with yourself”

thanks it’s a disorder

i have no other choice but to look out for myself

and over my own shoulder

-g.m.t.