he was mine
I was his
pain came and went
and then came and went
I loved his embrace
he loved me
not in the way you think though
he brainwashed me into thinking this was my fault
no big deal
I was prepared
every time he swung, I felt it.
I felt everything
except for the love he said he had for me.
unless?
was the love in the whip?
was the love in the 3 centimeter dog chains?
was the love in the gun he pointed at me?
was the love in the knife he "dropped" on my leg?
was the love in the gas and candle he threw at me?
was the love in the lamp he threw at me?
was the love in the fist he swung?
was the love in the force he used as he gripped my neck?
as he gripped my arms?
my legs?
my shoulders?
or maybe the wall he through me at?
I don't know.
I never will.
I don't care.
but he caused me to be ill.
I am so ill.
