And if I tried to save him, my whole world would cave in

I loved you, even when you hurt me.Bruised, inside and out. I couldn't bear to let you go even if you were the one person who was hurting me the most. Why is that? How strange. So attatched to the ones who are better left alone.I don't know when exactly it started. I can't pin point back to when you became so fierce. The fire in your eyes lite, and colors of anger and hatrid spilt across your face. In one split second, from happy to angry, from gentel to rough. Purples and yellows, blues and blacks lay all over me. Marking the spots you touched, a reminder of what you did. I hid myself,

I couldn't stand to see what I looked like, I couldn't bear to think what others would think of me if I told them. How could I let this happen? How could I have been so blind not to see who you truly are? And most importantly, why wasn't I putting a stop to this? I couldn't do it. As painful as it was, it would be more painful to watch you walk out of my life, like numerous others.

I can't say it wasn't a relif when you finially got caught in the act. The look on your face, as if you just realized what you were doing was wrong. How could you have been so senseless? How could you have been capable of so much hurt and been so ruthless about it? They took you away from me. Everyday telling me, it wasn't my fault. It was you, you were the monster. How could I still have loved you? I ask myself everyday. How could I stand doing this to myself. I reminded myself that at one point;

You cared for me, You held me, You stood by me, You loved me.

But that all stopped mattering once

You Hit Me.