You traded sunsets for late night fights. 
You traded pillow forts for bruised covered arms. 
You traded smiles for tears. 
You traded freedom for being controlled. 
You traded a man who treated you like a Queen for a boy that treats you like a possession. 

He never yelled - even when it was your fault. He never got angry. When you cried, he stayed. When you laughed, he laughed with you. You shared hopes. You shared dreams. 

In the end, you pushed him away. He didn't want to leave, but you pushed him out the door. Now you lay in bed at night wishing you could go back. 

You met someone new. Someone who pushes you to your limits. Someone who pushes you down the stairs. Someone who laughs when you cry. Someone who crushes your dreams, and could give a shit less about your hopes. 

You want to turn back the clock, but you know it's to late. You believe that you never deserved the the first man. For some reason you chose to stay with the second. 

It makes no sense to me, but perhaps it's true what they say. We accept the love we think we deserve.