I Have Been Abused
I'm in that place now where I blame myself.
When I met him, I loved everything that he was, and everything that I thought he was. I loved the way he'd ramble on about electronics and music I knew nothing about. I found his lack of social skills charming and I found his mystery intriguing. As the relationship went on, some of those flaws that once amused me, began to leave me impatient.
When was he going to open up? When was I going to feel like he'd finally let me into his life?... I pushed him.
I let him know how it hurt me, and I let him know my pain. I should've stayed quiet. I should've let him be.
I continued to push him, not knowing that he had already reached his limit. For him, he had opened up. For him, I was a part of his life.
It just wasn't enough for me, and I suffered the consequences.
I should've let him be.
When I met him, I loved everything that he was, and everything that I thought he was. I loved the way he'd ramble on about electronics and music I knew nothing about. I found his lack of social skills charming and I found his mystery intriguing. As the relationship went on, some of those flaws that once amused me, began to leave me impatient.
When was he going to open up? When was I going to feel like he'd finally let me into his life?... I pushed him.
I let him know how it hurt me, and I let him know my pain. I should've stayed quiet. I should've let him be.
I continued to push him, not knowing that he had already reached his limit. For him, he had opened up. For him, I was a part of his life.
It just wasn't enough for me, and I suffered the consequences.
I should've let him be.
31-35, F