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.