He told me to kill myself, and I wondered if love could transcend death as it transcends abuse.

There is hate in his heart but his heart is all I want. I need his glares to be aimed at me, for the abuse to never waver because it is the only proof that he cares.

I love him and I cant even think of living without him. Ive known him all my life and all we ever had was each other, we ran away from our homes and vowed to never repeat the cycles our parents worshipped. We thought we could pull a geographic and run away from everything that we are. I promised to never let a man hit me and he promised to never attempt to. I thought that was enough, but thats the thing about promises, they are as breakable as they are intangable. The peace didnt last long but my love stayed. Through the cries, the screams, the anger.

Still, everyone tells me that I should walk away, I dont disagree, but noone talks about why its so hard. Everyone knows that it is but then they get quiet, contemplative, nobody wants to admit that they love their abuser and thats why you either leave or die trying. Because love is always like that, written in extremes. There is no ‘walking away’ from a thing like this. It will leave you in shambles if you try. So people opt to stay.

Afterall, how do you leave someone you love?

How do you walk away from someone who will kill you in a fit of rage when they used to hold you through yours?