As sweet as any story you make to cover it, it's not love

It's not love, when you hurt yourself for it.
It's not love, when you're willing to cover the bruises and wounds after the initially angry ones are back joking.
It's not love, when you feel easier to blame than to see trouble.
It is not love, when you reject it and its lust is still churning out you can not rebel.

It's not love, when you always feel inferior because of his words.
It's not love, when you're the one keeping it.
It's not love, when you're just being treated well when he needs it.
It's not love, when you're too afraid to leave because he has taken what you guard so hard.

It's not love, when you feel that it's okay when he's doing things at will.
It's not love, when you're treated special because he feels guilty.
It's not love, when you made the second then the reason is just a shit.
It is not love, when his actions often make you feel you are nobody. Makes you desperate.
It's not love.