on eggshells with bpd

it was just a small thing

said.

a trivial word,

or comment, no harm intended.

a glance.

a pointless

thought, which would

set

her off, 

make her

jealous and angry.

something insignificant

would trigger

her

and away we'd go

off into

the wild

black and white

yonder. with no explanation,

without

understanding.

on eggshells, you lived

your life,

as she pondered ending hers,

all day, all night.

lost in a rollercoaster

world

of anxiety, of doubt,

of flee or fight.