Don't even

Don't come at me like

"That's not the way you should be"

Or bring up another incident where I cower into my mom's past mistakes

Or stood up for myself and call me "selfish"

You. Don't. Know me.

I open up to you. A lot.

And you use it against me

For whatever reason...

You feed off of my energy

I can't explain it

But I feel it.

That's not what love is.