I love you

You know I love you.

But did she really know?

The broken glass pane. 

The feeling of  his disdain. 

Countless hours spent. 

All filled with shouting and fear. 

She asked herself why 

Why she takes the pain and abuse 

To her it's quite simple 

The torment excused by this 

A fake smile and touch

Him holding her in his clutch 

And the words leave his curved lips 

But I love you though