I want someone who can hold me close and tell me that I'm the one he wants the most. I don't want to be shunned at every point and be told that I'm to understand and compromise. I deserve more. I deserve to be happy. You don't make me happy.
When you call me a whore, I feel bad. I feel like going back and changing things so that I could be someone's love and not his whore. I don't want to be called that anymore. I don't want to understand and be sorry for things that make me who I am. I don't want to live a life thinking that I will someday get you to love me the way I love you. I don't want to hope for you to fall in love with me every single day of my life.
I want a man who can hold me in his arms and tell me things that I dream about. I don't want you because you disrespect me every minute I am with you. You hold me close so that you can bring to my most vulnerable state. And then you hold me so hard, that my skin around your fingers feels bruised and scarred. You don't know how to hold a woman. You never will know. I made a mistake.
