Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Abusive

His hand prints stain my once beautiful skin.
Red and swollen.
But I still love him,
I'm in love with the way he says my name and makes me feel.
No matter how many marks he leaves on me,
I'll forgive him.
Even when he kills me. I'd tell myself he didn't mean it,
But sadly he did.
I'm such a fool for loving him.
He claims to love me
And I choose to believe him.
But deep down..
I know he only loves the different ways to hurt me.