You crossed a line.
You crossed a line the day you decided to hurt my body the way you have been hurting my heart.
You crossed a line when the bruises started to become visable to people other than myself.
But that line must not have been very thick for me to think i can just pull you back over to the other side.
A line WAS drawn that day.
Or was it a circle.
Because i keep coming around knowing this wont be the last time you lay your hands on me.
My beautiful skin, pale but delicate.
Scarred but soft.
Now marked by you. Black and blue.
Pain is all i feel.
Pain masked by love like the dead masked by flowers.
But i love him.
What is love when the one you hold closest is the cause of your death.
Because thats whats to come.
One more chance.
Ill give him one more chance.
Until all those chances are used up the day it goes to far.
The last day he hurts you.
Your last day here.
