Love?

Because he loved me, he worried about. He called or texted every where I went. Every hour of the day, all 24. If I missed he would scream at me telling me he was scared I was dead in a ditch somewhere. I was just asleep during the night. Because he loved me, he hurt me. He kept saying he wanted my first kiss. I kept telling him "No, I am waiting for my wedding day." He broke the back of my phone. Because he loved me, he took it way from me. He pressured me into kissing him. Then he called me names. Names that no one should ever hear from their partner. He texted me after that over and over. He said all the hateful things he said to my face. The last text, I got read, "I hope your a happy Slut now. I hope you love me enough that you end up dead." Because I loved him, I tried. Because I loved him, I self harmed. Because I loved him, I have anxiety. Because I loved him, I don't have my first kiss. Because I loved him, I am broken.