He doesn’t love me anymore. At least not like he used to. He has cheated on me over and over again. He has thrown me in rage over getting caught. He has threatened to leave me homeless if I don’t accept him disgracing my existence and disrespecting my body. He continues to remind me every day how my body has some how expired when he shoved me off his lap as I try to caress his lips with mine. He leaves his annoyance of my love for him behind in forms of bruises and tears that stain my body and my face. I cannot breath but if he leaves i will suffocate. I can only try to live with the pain of never being good enough.