At first his hand prints were soft 
Touching me gently, slowly and softly 
Then his ego got fed 
They became hard 
Found strength to swing 

My face the target 
Swinging and swinging 
He hit with a passion 

I was his lover and his target 
I forgave and he reloaded 
Bullets in hands 
Shot and my heart he destroyed

My inside pain became seen by many 
Bruises and bumps, cut lips and black eyes 
They asked why I never left 
I told them he took something from me 
He took my heart and left me feeling empty 
To fill that void I replaced his love with my pain
Some called him an abuser 
I called him my lover 

To me it was all the same