Georgia
That is not me, it’s just your PTSD.
Updated: Sep 15, 2021
Loving you enough to stay
But not giving what you need
To feel heard, seen, and understood
And also safe, warm, better, and smooth
That is not me, my darling
That is not me.
Unfortunately for both of us
That's just your PTSD.
I don't know, I must admit
What triggered you so bad
To live so fast and run so far
And so hard to shut you down
Was it my touch, my blue, my words?
Or maybe my silence or mixed thoughts?
Whatever the thing was, my baby
That is not me.
It never was and never will be.
That's just your damn PTSD.
Coming back from time to time
To trouble your sleep at night
Just to make sure you'll stay mine
That is not me, my sweetheart.
How can it be?
I'd never play such painful games
I am not your ex, I am not your past
I am not your narcissistic mother
And not at all your alcoholic father
I'm not a player in matters of the heart.
Hey! Baby. Look! That is not me.
That's just your rough PTSD.
Inflicting pain in you over and over
Thru behaviors I'll never do to myself
To bring you down to my own level
Just because I woke up feeling
Too much, too new, too fast, too bad
Not controlling what this is
And neither you nor us
That is not me, my love
These are just shadows of your past
Trust when I say, my darling
That is not me
That's just your unforgiving PTSD.
Making love with you till dawn
Learning to be for you better
Summoning my heart to open more
Just to ghost you when vulnerable
That is not me, my sunshine
That is not me.
I never do such cruel things to people
And not even by mistake to someone so beautiful like you.
Breathe, I beg you. Breathe. And breathe again.
That is not me.
That's just your merciless PTSD.
I can't win over your doubts and fears
Over your ancestors' shadows and tears
Petrified on the cross of your heart
Over the legions who hurt you so bad
That kneeled you for ages
If not buried you for life
My love is not so strong, my dear
It is too green, too young, too out of control
And I ...I...I ...God, I’m so outrageously small.
It is not fair, I know, to be another one
Who couldn’t stop you from not feeling
Beyond the thrills of the beginning
Who couldn’t slow you down from talking
About how ugly and bad this world is
About how hurt you’ve been by Z and X
About how no one deserves your shitty nerves.
Another one who couldn’t stop you from running
From who you are and from whatever you feel
From your sex addiction to the god damn thrill.
I’m just an ordinary person, darling
With highs and lows like everybody
Don’t fool yourself, my excellence is temporary
It has anything and nothing to do with who I really am.
Fucking me once or twice won’t save you from yourself.
Tomorrow I can paralyze, burn out or fall into illness
Get older, smaller, darker, maybe also invisible
Unable to make you laugh or entertain your sickness
Bad days may come my darling, they never leave this world
And if it is not love the reason of our choices,
Who gets to keep on running and who gets to be left out in the cold?
I am not your people, darling, neither your exes, parents, and past
I am just another person lost in the wrong translation of the idea of paradise
I’ll make mistakes, I’ll fall, I’ll hurt you and I’ll make you cry
Sometimes because I don't know how not to or just because I don’t know why
Imperfect, unfair, and never good enough like everybody wants
It is one thing and one thing only I know for sure about myself
I’ll never stop from learning how to better love you, whoever you are
So, whatever fear rules your life and choices in this muddy sea
Trust me when I say, my dear, that is not me.
That is not me.
That’s just your fucking PTSD.
So, please stop from running, slow it down
Confront the god damn bastard
And ask what the hell it wants
No more like this one more time.
Sit with it, sit with the fear and pain
Listen to it, to its story and pray
It's here for a reason
And that reason is you.
Trust yourself darling
Just a drop will do
To start loving you
Enough to fear no more
To stop being so cold and ruthless
With those who cannot love you more.
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