Love Shouldn't Hurt

At least, that's what the YWCA light-up billboard stated as we drove past to pick up some weed, twenty minutes after you hit me. Love Shouldn't Hurt. You didn't love me when you lost count of how many times you hit me. You didn't love me when you said you wish you never met me. You don't love me when you tell me I need to get better if I want you to stop treating me like shit when I need support. It isn't love, it's possessive. You don't love me if you would kill yourself only if I leave you, after you have hurt me so badly so many times. You didn't love me when you said you would kill me, too. You don't love me, you love feeling like you "have" me. If you loved me, you would always respect me, not just when you think I'm going to leave. If you loved me, you would never have made me feel so horrible just for needing your support. Well, I don't fucking need it anymore. I don't trust anyone but myself, thanks to you. I was too immature before, didn't you say so? I grew up too much in the past year. I did it for you. I killed who I was for you, and it still wasn't even close to good enough. Now I'm sleeping on the couch hoping you don't hit me again when you realize I didn't "just get over it" like you've said I should. You think I'm a "crazy bitch"? What's crazy, is being abusive and not even accepting that you are. And a bitch more accurately describes someone who hits a woman for crying. So, quit projecting your shit onto me.