That is not me, it’s just your PTSD.

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