With Love

VI

You call me dramatic

but it's not me who compares my flaws to that of the prodigal son.

You call me manipulative,

but yet it's not me who plays mind games for fun.

You call me selfish,

but yet it's not me who after each disagreement yells "i'm so done."

You call me a liar,

and yet it's you who's version of the truth is a million little lies

all strung together on a piece of twine like a bracelet you perfectly handcrafted.