When people think of PTSD,
They think of soldiers.
They think of people who fought for their lives.
Every weekend,
I have PTSD.
I get anxious at the idea of accidentally seeing you.
Every time I go home for break,
And I know you're home too,
I am petrified.
I can't leave my home.
I didn't fight for my life when I was with you;
I didn't need to...
You were my life.
But when you left,
You unknowingly took my everything,
And I had to fight to survive.
I had to fight to find a new life source.
I shouldn't have loved so easily...
I shouldn't have loved so deeply...
I'll be sure not to do it again.
YOU ARE READING
An open ended letter to you
PoetryYou broke my heart, but there are still things I want to say. So I put them here. I hope you find them, understand, and regret what you did to me, but know that I forgive you.
