Bruised Love

The red bruise Misleading symbol, not love's hue But a map of my pain A testament to your rage Your anger, my sorrow Your ego, my suffering Your pleasure, my helplessness Your power, my despair Don't mistake my vulnerability For weakness, it's not You're not strong, just controlling I loved, you didn't. My heart once open, now battered By your hand, your words Love turned to shame, to pain A lesson learned, a heart scarred"