Bruises run across your cheek,

Bad smells follow, everything will reak,

Blood stains your carpet and runs down like a creek.

Falling to your knees every,

single,

time he speaks.

You look at the floor and he tells you your unique,

not because you are beautiful, 

or smart,

or anything that matters.

But because "I love you".

 

Your submission sends a shock wave to his soul,

it feeds, 

nourishes,

flourishes,

the monster he cannot control.

The very monster you despise and has hurt you,

you make love to every time,

so it doesn't desert you,

because he loves you.

 

He says,

"Hey baby I will be back soon."

But you hope every time he comes back in his tomb,

while thinking of taking care of the baby in your womb.

Does he really love you?

Does he even know how to?

 

He knows how to hurt,

he knows what works

to get you out of your shirt.

 

Because he loves you...

 

He knows when to smile,

when to cry for a while,

and when to punish the child

in you.

 

Why are you being destroyed to fit inside his baggage,

to heal his wounds while he acts like,

a savage.

A beast in your bed you keep inviting in,

can't you see your nothing to him?

 

And he says he loves you?

 

If you woke one morning feeling black inside your soul,

and everything beautiful looked dusty and old.

Blue looking like grey,

and hell looking better,

than living one,

more,

painful day.

 

If you went to the kitchen and held a jagged edge,

held it to your wrist and said,

"Babe what if I was dead?"

He would simply reply,

"Shut up, go to bed."

 

You though he loved you

 

If you watched the bloof flow,

fell to your knees,

he would step over your body to grab his keys,

and leave.

So he wouldn't have to clean the mess you left behind.

 

You know he doesn't love you.

 

The realization is blinding.

Now that you can see,

everything you wanted to be,

is crumbling,

all because he said I love you?

 

No,

no,

no,

not anymore.

Your rip your coat from behind the door.

 

Run up the stairs grab the suitcase he swept you away in.

and leave. Every second you stay is,

another moment he owns you,

another day you won't let him have.

He has already taken too much,

you finally see it now your starting to rush.

 

Its time you get out and live not survive,

walk out the door and forget the darkness in his bloodshot eyes...

 

One day,

 

one week,

 

one year,

 

after you have been freed.

The stars in the sky look like they can breathe,

for the very first time.

The boy in your arms only wants you to smile,

he only want you to stay a while.

 

The scars that man created are now faded or gone,

you know love was never supposed to make you feel wrong,

or stupid,

or ugly.

 

Love gives you life,

and brings music to your soul.

This new boy makes you happy,

without one once of control.

 

This is the way its supposed to be,

because "I love you,",

is something,

you finally see.