Your silence makes you complicit in my misery
Your silence makes you complicit in my misery.
Your fear of confrontation makes you a fool.
And a coward.
But despite all of this, I love you too.
You're young and you're trying.
As I once did too.
And despite your silence being deafening,
I still love you too.
You see, that is family.
And that is what love will do.
It will make you withstand—and understand,
someone hurting you too.
And I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I do.
Even though your silence hurts my soul too.