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Love Hurts


Asleep on the couch, waiting for your return, Hoping for the best, fearing the worst, As the door unlocks and the knob creaks, I turn, A smile on my face. Stumbling on the threshold, tequila in hand My dream is shattered, broken to pieces, as i come to terms with reality Curled into a ball, Feeling your fists pound me, Pulling my hair, Slapping and scratching, And i cry out, spitting red blood, seeming to wake you You let me go, and i drag myself upstairs as you drown Sobbing, treating my bruises, Yet i know that you love me, more than your life I know that you would never hurt me But this monster in a bottle, this encaged demon, Makes you angry, but it's okay because i know you love me, and Love hurts, right?
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