You say you love me, you have a painful way of showing it, maybe our understanding of love is different, I thought love wasn't supposed to hurt. You have shown that your love is pain and violence. Your so called love left bruises on my skin and pain in my heart. You loved that I feared your type of love, you thrived on power and my weakness. With my throbbing body lying on the floor I realized enough is enough, I ran from your love. Now the tables are turned and you feel the pain in your heart that you made me feel, only you did it to yourself. Now you feel the pain of your own love.