The Moment of Truth

I just listened to you talk Focussed on intonation and words Chose not to respond This isn't about if we agree or disagree It's about whether love is based on liking and respecting the human that shares your space I don't feel liked or respected Those foundations missing Means the house falls down I'm not allowed to express context around facts Expected to tolerate "facts" as standalone beacons stating I'm bad Anyone would agree with you Yes. I'd agree with you Except you are out of context Forgetting the layer of fact that changes everything And this and all the other times have changed everything With just the basic facts there is nothing I'd change about this relationship It ticks all the boxes Except the extra layer I want is comfort The layer that would keep me warm Instead of residing in the cold cell Of loneliness Where I may not speak to justify what I have to say I'm asked to give yes or no answers to simple questions or complex ones My identify is stripped away Just an automaton going through my duties I'm not dutiful I'm emotional We have a bad fit here Whilst my edges wear away I'm still just lumped into a space where I reside as an awkward obstacle It feels bad and I don't think I can tolerate it any more Here you go again No matter my engagement You clatter and jolt To any words I speak State you can't understand That's where the context comes in I'm very tired of false accusation And the fact your attempts at conversation Play out like traps So the words no longer matter anyway I just know how I feel