if given a chance to love them again,
i wouldn't.
i wouldn't trade my right lung for a scrap of affection
i wouldn't give away my morals and idea of consent
for a simple hug and ounce of attention
i wouldn't beg, grasp, or cry just to be told i'm handsome.
i wouldn't allow anything that did get said to me, to be said again.
i can't imagine allowing myself to be treated like ****
for a year because of anyone else, so why did i allow it this time
i can't imagine that i'd ever go back, so please, remind me,
when things get bad again, that i said i'd never go back.