Stop. Read.

Stop. Read.

Stop. Read.

Don’t you see,

You’re always making this about you.

Can’t you see I need you?

Someone to look up to,

Someone to love me,

Someone who doesn’t make me feel conditional.

I need you who won’t manipulate;

Gaslight into thinking I am the problem.

The “I haven’t caused this distance”

Of perpetuating childhood traumas.

It hurts, it pains,

Driving me fucking insane.

Can you step out of your world

Or see the one I’m living in?

Does this feel right to you?

Don’t you care to ask?

Why am I always initiating?

Why are we even negotiating?

If you could just take a second,

To hear my fucking words.

Stop. Read.

Stop. Read.