I suffer from post-traumatic stress

I suffer from post-traumatic stress
A disorder
Known to attack war soldiers
Our love was a battle
My heart was its battlefield
I was a soldier of love
This on going conflict
This on going war
Has left my mind to shatter
My body to tatter
Now nothing else but you
seems to matter
I'm going insane
Everyone said I've change
I'm no longer the same
I suffer from post-traumatic stress
I hallucinate
I see your face
Back to the days when you and I were together
A place that can never be replaced
But these happy thoughts
leave me lost
unable to separate my presences
from my past
how long will this last?
I suffer from post-traumatic stress
I roam these lonely streets
reenacting war scenes
the war i fought for love
constantly using profanity
instead of popping pills to cure my insanity
I write poetry
to emulate a form of humanity
I suffer from post-traumatic stress
I'm like a damsel in distress
your prince charming
your beauty is alarming
in the middle of war
I put down my guns
came to you disarmingly
but you didn't accept my love openly
I suffer from post-traumatic stress
the after math left me obsessed
I'm starting to transgress
Compressed between fantasies and reality
I feel oppressed
the war is over
but I'm still fighting
Hatred, I'm still citing
Violence, I'm still sighting
Love, I'm still plighting
I suffer from post-traumatic stress
I fought this war of love
in hopes to win you
all along you was my foe
nonetheless
I live with no regrets.