No one else glimpses him in the shadows
at the end of your bed
when you are trying to sleep.
No one else hears the screeching panic
heart pounding in your ears
when someone gets too close to feel comfortable.
No one else feels your skin crawl
as he claws at your hair
clammy hands nowhere, then all at once.
No one else smells his sweat
how it rubbed against your skin,
how it lingers.
No one else tastes the dry mouth
No one else knows the innermost battles
of the mind’s armed conflict with itself.
Then they wonder
why you’re tired
but can’t sleep
why you have no energy
but don’t eat
why you just had a bath
but run another
why you’re home alone
but don’t want company
why you fell in love
but don’t want to be touched.
Call it what you want.
To me, it’s a love story,
between a mind and body
learning how to build and rebuild their home in each other
until, in the end, they make peace.