Love

Pardon my confusion, 

I am just not used to your definition. 

Love is the abusive husband 

Love leaves bruises on mother’s face

Love is the creepy look father gives me when I walk by

Love is the boyfriend who thinks my body is his right. 

Pardon me but I sometimes get creeped out

How can you say you will be on my side forever? 

Love is the lies and promises unfulfilled. 

I think I might need more time to get used to your strange love