if they were yours, they'd be strung over me like a necklace
you'd give me pearls, in concept
a strawberry milkshake, you'd take me out
hand me a strawberry alone, my juice covered lips wet
i don't think you'd hurt me even if i'd ask
if i cried,
yelled,
screamed,
broke down in the street,
(you get the point)
but i would still ask
and trust you,
past the punches and kicks
and love you,
past blood on my lips
anything from you,
strawberry sweet
