sappy poet War

I feel like I’ve been to war

on the emotional kind

the type where each battle is a front to not reach out

had me thinking about the dexterity of a letter

and if I had any nice ink around

I feel like I’ve been to war

somehow

the swords and axes were our silence

and no one won

we just both got beat down.

So what do I get at the end of it?

Frustration at trying to get pleasure again.

and it sucks so bad

because I don’t want anyone to do that to my body but me

but every time I try to be sensual with my own body

so too

does my ptsd.