you don't know that you're toxic to me

You don’t know

that you’re toxic to me.

Even you, my close friend,

my incredible family.

You don’t see how I hurt

after we’ve talked. As we talk.

How I ache and burn,

How I lie and wait.

You cannot watch,

as I mend myself.

In my private space.

I long to be with you,

you give me joy.

But oh, your humanity is something my body

cannot tolerate. Anymore.

You stimulate me,

violently,

unconsciously.

I leak, adrenalin.

My head, my ears, my heart,

Hurt.

you assault my senses,

overloading me with sight

emotion

scent

presence.

You can’t see my inward battles.

I need you to leave

I feel unwell

Yes, even with you.

But I feel so rude

that I hide my pain.

Or I want to keep talking

despite the discomfort.

I pretend I am normal

but it always destroys my health

a little, or a lot.

I lie to reassure you.

I lie far too often.

I fear telling you the truth,

That your body affects me detrimentally,

of my fragility.

That you, even you,

overwhelm me.

I limit my friends, I can’t always invest

I can’t bare interaction

often, for long.

We ‘need’ to catch up,

that’s what you say.

But those words make me shiver.

No. We don’t.

Don’t oblige me with ‘need’.

Don’t say ‘it’s been too long’.

It’s not long enough, for me,

if I’ve been silent.

You who just wait and gently offer yourself,

when I’m ready.

for however short a time,

without asking for more,

You are the sunshine.

In your patience, your subtle communication,

you restore me

from the terrors of interaction.

You never ask for more than I can give.

You know that you’re toxic

to my body.

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