"Love"

When I met you, I thought I was the luckiest person. but it wasn't true. I trusted you, and you decided to play with it, thinking it was fun to do. One to the collarbone, full blown. Fist connects, but nonetheless. Calling me weak, for not even trying to stand it. I believed you again, when you told me you're sorry. Even though you're not. Cussing me, telling me to say something, even though it's pointless in it so.