I look at your hands, the way they crease so perfectly
the way your fingernails are always so perfectly fined
and the way your fingertips feel like soft petals caressing my naked body


But then,  



I look at your hands, the way they ball up when you're angry
the way they dent the wall when you don't take your medicine
and the way they bruise my body when you've had too much to drink

most, often say that loving someone can be beautiful like amber roses in the fall
and it can. but not for me.
you took that experience from me, you took the meaning of "Love" and turned it into blades that drip blood
you turned it into bruises, scars, and pain.

I will never forgive you for that.