Love

I'm sitting alone, the bottle beside me is calling my name. It's my only escape from reality. I feel so numb. My heads spinning. Lying on the bed just waiting for you to come for me. I'm not sure what's gonna happen or if I'm gonna survive tonight. Your hand strikes me, with all your might. My eye starts swelling, my face is really burning. But all I can tell you, is "I'm sorry, do you still love me?". I try my hardest to make you happy even if it means that I'll be miserable. But isn't this how love is supposed to be? You tell me you're sorry, with tears in your eyes. I tell you it's gonna be alright. I have no idea why I comfort you after all you've done to me. But isn't this the love I've always wanted ? I'll wait for the next time your hand strikes me but I'll be the one who stands by your side, I'll be the one telling you its gonna be alright. That's not how loves supposed to be. But I know I'll bow down at your feet. Because after all, isn't that how loves supposed to be?