Battered

Battered.
And I hate it.
Addicted to the abuse of it.
It seems to benefit our love making.
The two of us lusting,
To crush each other's emotions.
We share a sick relationship.
It's as if it is a need.

Battered.
Wounded, bleeding...
To beg for forgiveness.
And the coming together to kiss!
Why is this brutality missed?
I hate it when you bait me into an argument.
Don't go!
I love you.
And I can't make sense of it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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