Bruised Love

You told me you saw love in my eyes yet you left me with a black eye. From the very red lips you loved you drew blood. Our love, though a gift from Aphrodite has turned to the battle ground of Ares.

Hey Mr Lover, I lowered my guard, you won my heart we ended up down the isle. I was sentenced after I said "I do" and got handcuffed by a ring. I was getting used to being someone you loved.

Did you consider my feelings when you lied, the stormy nights when I was cold? Maybe I never mattered. The roaring crack of your whip, the Welts, the bruises, the scars- my medals from love. So much for the sake of love.