Missed Phone Call

I missed your call earlier, and it was okay.

You didn't repeatively call, to "make sure I was OK"

I was busy doing homework, and you caught me off guard with "I understand"

For so long I felt compelled to answer the phone as soon as it began to ring.

Because if  I didn't, I would become a target for words that hurt. 

For words that made me feel as though I was nothing because I missed one phone call.

When the words "I trust you" leave your lips, I feel as though you're speaking another language.

It is foreign to me to feel so correctly loved, because I was incorrectly loved before.

I ask you why you are so considerate, and you always answer the same.

"My darling I would never do anything to hurt you, because I love you."

This poem is about: 
Me

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