I only know pain when it comes to love.
Broken hearts,
lonely faces,
scarred minds,
scared bodies.
I didn't know how to date.
I wish I knew then,
what I knew now.
Maybe I wouldn't be so afraid of it.
Maybe I wouldn't hate myself.
I don't want any other relationship,
if it was anything like that one.
He didn't want me,
he wanted my body.
He was always in control,
and I was afraid of him.
I thought that's what dating was.
They were in control,
and you did everything they asked.
I was young and I didn't know any different.
I only stayed with him because I didn't want to be alone.
When I finally gained the courage,
to tell him it was over,
I was relieved and sad.
I was relieved that I wouldn't have to do anything else he told me.
But I was sad because I was alone.
I want that four letter word.
I want gentle, and kind.
I want someone to want my soul,
not my body.
I want someone who asks if I'm okay
instead of telling me to shut up.
I want someone to show me,
what that four letter word
really means.
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