When love is not enough

Socrates "From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate."

There was always something more he wanted, something simply unobtainable but still I strived for it . Perfection. Pure and simple yet so complicated. He demanded more, I gave him more. I gave him so much more but it still wasn't enough. Nothing ever was. My love for him could not compensate for the effortless perfection he endlessly craved. Yet still I gave him everything that I had, coming up short time and again but one day he told me it was not enough. He wanted more, needed more and I told him simply there was nothing left to give. That was the day he gave me my first scar and then proceeded to give me one more each and every day after, getting help from all of his friends, abusing me within an inch of my life and then demanding more of me. It contiued for years and no one was the wiser until I had enough. After so many years, I found the courage to run and thats all I've been doing since.