He slithered his fingers through each strand of my hair
Wiped my misery away with a stroke of his thumb
He can never be wrong, he is always right
My knees go weak when I think of him
He kissed my bruises, branded across my arm
The same ones he had made last night
He hit me over the head with a glass bottle
Love seeped out through my blood
He has a strange way of showing me his love
But I love him
