He takes and takes
with his chubby grasping hands,
covered with my blood, sweat and tears,
and semen.
Yet he gives nothing in return
except the critical jabs, punches and kicks
at my ego;
at my mind and body.
This is not the love he promises.
This is not the love I wanted.
But this is the only love I have.
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