If I had One Chance

I love these people that hurt me.
I crawl on my knees begging them to come back.
I cry to them,
and pray that God will send them back to me.
I scream to the heavens, wanting nothing more than to be loved.
They promise me things that will never come true.
So they don't love me,
oh well.
I want to be cared for,
and I want to look into their eyes,
and know that they really want me.
I want to hear them cry when their sad,
as well as crying in front of them when I am hurting.
I want them to tell me they love me and really mean it. I want to make them happy, but I dont want to sacrifice my happiness.
I don't want to have to explain my past to them and expect no future.\
I don't want them to think that I will judge them for they're choices,
as well as expecting that I dont haveo to be judged for mine.
I want someone to read this and understans.
Thats all I want.