Self-Defense

I was pushing your words
back down your throat
at every turn,
you tried to be an ointment
to our wounds, you perceived
my efforts to flash
flesh-colored bandages
and call them healed,
yet you could not be silenced,
your bravery greater
than my eloquent show of
maturity,
I avoided your eyes,
their shadows falling on me
like a death bell tolling
our final meeting,
you were probably
the only one who
genuinely cared for me,
of all the events and
the misery I suffered,
your gaze remained
painfully honest, and yet I
still look away,
I can't bear the weight
of my own buzzing thoughts,
my own insanity that
keeps me awake at night,
and drags me up in the morning
like a resurrected warrior,
I hope you found your
peace of mind.