Love me, hate me—don't leave me alone—
I'm starving for warmth, but I'm carved out of stone.
I'm burning with rage, then begging to stay—
I push you away, then beg you to sway.
I'm a whirlwind of hurt, and I know I destroy—
But I'm drowning in pain that love can't employ.

— BPD , 10/3/24