I don’t need you to be my enemy,
my mind already has that covered.
It replays my mistakes like a favorite song,
turns silence into accusations,
and hope into something fragile.
So if you’re tired of me,
say it gently.
If you’re unsure,
don’t sharpen your words.
Because I am already fighting thoughts
that know my weakest places,
already carrying battles
you’ll never see.
I don’t need another war.
I just need peace,
even if it’s temporary,
even if it’s quiet,
even if it’s just for tonight.