I don’t know what a healthy relationship means.

 

Used, abused, refused,

The first time he told me he loved me he,

Stole,

My first kiss.

 

My virginity,

My livelihood,

My belief in a faithful relationship,

All gone,

At his hands.

 

I don’t know what a healthy relationship means.

 

I imagine,

Devotion,

Love,

And what?

I don’t know.

 

The gym,

Eating right,

Maybe support is something a healthy relationship has?

 

I don’t know what a healthy relationship means.

 

The other boy,

Said he loved me,

But what he really loved was inside my pants.

 

Never introduced his family,

Used sex in fights,

And left me after, he,

Stole,

The support I thought I could have.

 

I don’t know what a healthy relationship means.

 

I know I’m not so innocent either,

Jumping into the next relationship,

Hurting that boy like I did.

 

I used him to get out of the house,

In return I let him use me for sex,

He said he loved me, I,

Stole,

His hope for someone to say it back.

 

I don’t know what a healthy relationship means.

 

“Did I say that”

“Is that what I said”

“Cuz I could find a better looking girl a thicker girl taller prettier etc”

 

Words uttered to me when,

I was insecure,

About whether the next man was faithful.

From me, he,

Stole,

My last hope.

 

I don’t know what a healthy relationship means.