Insecurity

I did not think much about it at first, I just thought you were madly in love with me. It hurt every time you made love to me, yet I let your passion take over. I tried to hide the scratches and bites, under my makeup. Yet you did not stop. I told you about my pain, yet you did not stop.

I decided to stop it myself, when I realized that you were actually marking your territory on me. The insecurity hidden beneath your passion was now exposed.

The bruises remain, but, the good bye didn't hurt.