I love {you hate me}

I love you.
You hate me.
You kick and punch and scratch at me
violently.
Not physical are my bruises.
No, instead they hide,
deep
deep
inside
of my. I cry.
Tears fall from my eyes
and yet
you yell
"Get up, stop
crying!
You're such a w*****!"
You whisper in my ear
"I could ruin you..."
And I cry, more and more.

I love you.
You hate me.