You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get close. You are a ship going under because you cannot stop pouring water onto your hull. And I am the bucket that will never be big enough to hold all of the drowning in you.
If you’re not prepared to be disagreed with and defend your thoughts, words, and actions then keep them to your fuckin’ self.