It all began with a lump in the throat forged by abandonment;
Quickly, followed by the uncertainty of the future.
No choice was given except clinging tightly the the one thing left, even if it was not reciprocated.
Whether the situation involved being taken or running away, the only feeling left was hollow resentment.
Trauma seeks love, but love cannot be given from it.
Survival mode takes over and it shapes and grows the destiny of bitterness.
One may fight and the other may run, but in reality one just needs to be loved.
Love cannot be given unless received.