What’s a big bowl
But a ******’s boat
And what is peace
To a Jamnapari goat

Everything is relative
Said Leon Trotsky
But he was a raging communist
So he can rot in hell-ski

"I love you , but you made me!" You say as you slap her across her beautiful face.

All the had "done" was speak to an old friend.

She speaks her mind or speaks at all and you beat her when you are alone.
She wants to leave you but every time she stands you shove her further down then before.
You're
the reason she started that dreaded habit, and instead of holding her when she's is in pain you beat a once strong and unharmed girl.

You tell her you love her
The only love you have for her is that you love to BEAT her when she is herself.

She gives younger everything.
She makes you her king.
And what does she get in return ?
Your fist on her once unmarked body.

She has to cover herself because of the marks you leave on her.

But she's not just your punching bag she's your *** slave too, huh?
In your mind you can have her bruised body whenever you say.
When she tells you no you call her mean , horrid, demeaning names.

But you love her , after all the things you've done
how DARE you use the word we hold to the most high regard
She is smart , beautiful , sweet , caring , loving , bubbly , and outgoing
And you crushed every once of respect she had for herself and her opinion on how she deserves to be treated.

But she's gone now she left you FOREVER.
because love NEVER existed here .