A Bitter Taste

My father's caresses. Once I yearned for some sign of love but now I only look at him as incapable. I understand now, and I let go. My mother's kisses. I eagerly took them when I was looking for love but I took the dominance, too. Now the kisses and the lack of caresses leave me with a bitter taste. I no longer want that kind of love. I am my own love.