Bruises

I loved a boy,
Who hit me everyday.
Screamed words,
Made me cry out in pain.

I loved him with all I had,
Even after all he'd done.
And most days,
I tried to pretend,
That nothing had ever gone wrong.

Everyday,
It was the same long sleeves.
Everyday,
I would answer the questions with "I bruise easily."

And even now,
Looking back,
I still don't hate you.
I can't.