How I know

You're not right for me because you don't make me feel welcomed
You don't make me feel safe opening up,
Asking for favours like I would a friend
I rethink our conversations and lament over things I wished I could take back
You don't respect that I know more at times
I buy into your small kindness,
Seek to calm your troubled soul
But if from the start it's me servicing you
Then i'd rather not taste your sweetness at all
Because I can guess how it ends