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."