Love Doesn't Hurt

I wait, in fear, as I hear footsteps walking towards. I cringe and brace myself. Closer. Closer. The door knob twists and in he walks. Anger in his voice. Anger on his face. I knew there was something I missed, something I did wrong. A swing. A bruise. Another swing. My lip bursts open and I soon taste blood. "Its what you deserve," I heard him say. Then he grinned and walked away. This life is painful, and then I think, "Not one soul deserves this."