i knew that loving you had its risks because you didn’t care at all. i cared, that’s why i didn’t leave. the scars on your body made me want to make myself better and the scars on mine didn’t phase you at all. you were apart of my healing process and i risked that for you. i risked the motivation i had to heal and now you’ve left me and i’ve given up. i no longer want to heal. it took me forever to get there.
you took that away from me. i risked it all for you. i gave you the power of holding my heart in your hands and you abused that power. you wrapped your soft hands around my tiny heart and squeezed it until it stopped beating.
it was all worth it. every risk. for a while i was dying. for a while i couldn’t hear or say your name without feeling like i was going to choke up. and now? now i know that i gave you everything and you gave me nothing in return. i sacrificed my life, my mind, my body, and my soul, and all for you.
or maybe i wont. i wouldn’t want to be you. because i knew that loving you had its risks, and i wouldn’t want a girl to risk anything for me.