People have turned the idea of love into a homeless drug addict. They'll see that you're offering a warm welcoming place to stay and you're love is the heroine they are craving. Once they're satisfied they'll leave then return when other options are unavailable.

I can care too much or care less and either way I'm hated for it, so I'll decide how I feel.

An opinion of one or a few is not the earth's population's opinion of you.

You can either sit down and let someone you "love" treat you like ****. Or you can can stand up, demand better for yourself and walk away. The choice is yours.

Her hair was burning flames, you reached your hand across and continued to braid.
She left a trail of your blood behind her, you cleaned it up as you followed behind.
She took a blade and removed your heart from your rib cage, she still felt it beat in her palms. She left you to die laying on the hard ground and you still watched in awe as she walked away as you closed your eyes forever.