Don’t I deserve to be loved in the gentlest ways?

Don’t I deserve to be loved in the gentlest ways? I know I’m not asking for much. I used to know when to say sorry back then. I’ve always been stubborn, but when I knew it was my fault, I was the one who made amends.

But I changed whenever you lashed out at me with your unloving words —just to make sure I got what you were saying. You made me feel so small, like my bully Titas from childhood. That’s when I learned it was okay not to speak up, because what’s the point? They don’t hear you anyway. It’s better to walk away when all they ever hear is their own story.