When we look into each others eyes; what do you feel? Is it love, or hatred? sometimes i dont know the difference. i have been through... so much. i dont know the difference. is it real or am i imagining it. The bruises that show up. the brute force you put upon me. This dream im having. the one good dream i have, that you actually love me. but as you hit me i know true in my heart that you do not. being this way is complicated. 'get away from him' they say but in truth it isnt that simple. I love him, cant they see taht. the bruises on my skin show through. every word hits strong. every hand or foot harder. but i love him. he is better than