The last time we saw each other we were yelling and I was walking out the door.
You said, “fuck you, this is the reality I live in.”
I said, “yeah, that’s fine. You can have your reality. I just don’t want to hang out in it.”
That was days ago now. And here’s the thing…
I am not obligated to accept you unconditionally.
I like you, but sometimes the parts of you that I don’t like are louder than the parts of you I do like.
I like you anyway.
I am going to tell you when the parts of you that I don’t like are louder than the parts of you that I do like.
I am going to tell you when you piss me off, cross my boundaries, hurt my feelings.
I am going to tell you that your shit stinks.
I am going to speak my fucking mind.
And I expect you to do the same.
I don’t trust people who don’t speak their minds.
People who say one thing, but mean another, expectin’ others to figure out the difference.
FUCKERS CAN’T BE TRUSTED.
I don’t trust people whose shadows I can’t see.
I see your shadows.
And I like you.