The least you could have done
Was show me the sunset  
You promised.
Or hug me back
when I wrapped my arms around your neck.
I wished to be held, so badly to be hugged
There was no love against the steel paneling.
There was no tenderness in your hands.
How to speak escaped me
And how to break, how to break, how to break
All at once in the elevator.
Oh, flower! Young thing! Flimsy girl!
Growing pains in November,
I felt them in that grown-up moment.
Life takes what it takes and gives what it gives
And you were a giver
You gave me so much shame.

The least you could have done
Was known better.
You promised
To care for me.
But when your hands melted into me,
I wished to be gone, so badly to be done
There was no love in the air, only bleach
There was no tenderness in your voice.
Only want.
I would have given you my world,
But why did it have to be so scary?
How to heal, how to heal, how to heal.
Torn and bleeding, leaking pains
It hurt.
Will I ever forget?
You were a giver,
You gave me so much pain.