Love no motive here

He calls me names
He criticizes
Runs me down
But justifies it

He criticizes

Runs me down
But justifies it
No rationalizing
No comprehension

His anger builds
Within his dimension
Our roles reversed
But he’s still blind
I ask myself
Why do I hide?
Intimidation, humiliation,
I question his motive
My defense beneath his microscope
While my heart screams back, forgive
At times I fear a final shove
The past has not been kind
Forced to fight for this thing called ‘love’
‘Sorry’, said too many times!

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