Bruise Me

Sometimes,
I forget,
That I love you.
I do love you?
Don't I?

Yes,
I suppose I do.
I love the way your voice sounds,
When you whisper.
And the way you sometimes speak to me,
When I'm sad.
You know I'm breakable,
Just like glass.
And even though you shatter me,
With your fists,
I love you.
No matter how much you hurt me,
No matter how much you bruise me,
I still love you,
With all my broken pieces,
And all my jagged edges.

And as I sit in my room,
Tracing the fresh patches of black and blue,
That you gave me,
I have to remind myself that I love you.