A poem that may help...

[houseofswans]

Love After Love

By Derek Walcott


The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

[Ironmanrises]

A powerful poem.

We lose ourselves... .

In the relationship with a PwBPD... .

Literally.

[DragoN]

yes, we get lost and hammered. Enmeshed. Addicted.

Then we learn, Boundaries. Then, it changes.

And it hurts like hell.

Excellent poem, the tearing of the photograph from the mirror, the version the pwBPD painted of yourself and the truth that is hidden in the reflection.

What does it mean to you?