He Is No Longer The Enemy

Maybe I am sleeping with the enemy,
But I cannot stop with every way
That he keeps looking at me
Even in the dark. I want him to stay
And keep me company even when
I want to be alone with my thoughts.
The thought that I may lose him again
Makes me begin to realize that the knots
And doubts are the real enemies here
Inside my head. I know that I cannot stop
From putting my head, hand and ear
To his chest to listen to the slight drop
Of sound in his heartbeat. I wish he would
Know how my heart does the same for
Him within his proximity. I wish I could
Hate him for the pain with pleasure, but before
I can do that I need to learn to love him
Because he is only human. He is my limb.