Why do you find threat in my words,
Knives in my sentences,
And bullets in my tone?
Nothing ever i do i right to you ,
All while I'm the one being truly wronged.
You carelessly cut me with every word
Yet find even my softest response to be
Anger pounding on your ear drums.
How can we stay in love like this
When I'm not being loved,
And you find reason to say my love isn't enough?