You mistook me for someone

 You mistook me for someone else.

You mistook me for someone weak- and desperate.

You thought I wouldn't notice that your words were poison disguised as passion, and heartfelt.

You saw me as lonely and willing to accept anything that you brought to my life.

You saw me as scared to be alone, and eager to accept your words as truth without seeing the actions behind them.

You mistook me for someone who would look the other way because, well, I should be lucky to find someone, anyone, right?

You mistook me for someone who would turn away from your mounting disrespect and swallow my tears just to have someone in my life.

You misunderstand my needs, and believe me to be weak and needy.

You mistook me for someone who is willing to stand quietly when you make unfounded accusations and try to convince me I've somehow hurt you, and in the same breath accuse me of never talking to you. 

You mistook me for someone who hasn't seen these actions before, and might be weak or desperate enough to accept the demeaning way you speak to me, and the lack of respect you show.

You mistook me for someone else.