Relationship ptsd

Relationship PTSD is real.

You meet someone good,
and your heart still reaches
for the emergency exit.

Not because they gave you a reason
because someone else did.

I’ve been taught
that people lie,
people cheat,
and people live
double lives.

So now trust
feels more dangerous
than solitude.

They call it “having walls.”

I call it surviving.

Because when you’ve loved someone
who made you question
your own reality,

your heart doesn’t beat faster
when someone gets close

it braces for impact.

And maybe that’s why
I’m better alone.

Not because I don’t want love.

Because peace
shouldn’t cost me
my sanity.