All I ever wanted was for you to treat me the way I treated you.
I defied every ounce of reasonableness and shyness, boldly opening up my heart to you without a guarantee that you would do the same. I hoped that the nakedness of my heart–the uninhibited genuineness and vulnerability that I showed you–would remove any restraints on your love for me.
But I was wrong. I wasn't leading by example–I was leading myself on.
I couldn't teach you how to love me, because you didn't want to learn. My "lessons" were gifts of love that you didn't deserve. And the best gift that I could have given myself was walking away.
–I deserve a love that needs tending, not coaxing.
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Rooting
Randompoetic rantings from a year of metamorphosis ⚘ j o u r n a l ⚘ tw: sexual assault, depression
