I was in love with that bastard,
he may be sweet but he is
actually abusive to me.
He slaped me,
he pushed me,
he yelled at me,
he called me names,
he punched me in the face,
he spat at me,
he beats me,
he rapes me,
but most importantly,
he berates me.
I did not know he was extremely abusive,
not until he found out that the baby was not his.
He is a coward,
a monster,
a pussy,
a demon,
a villain,
a piece of shit,
a son of a bitch,
a faggot,
an asshole,
but most importantly,
a bastard.
I left him that day,
not only he was abusive,
but also a bastard.
I was madly in love with that bastard.
And he is that bastard.
