In your sorry I find my worth.
In your excuses, I find no dirt.
The fact that you have still kept me,
I consider it good luck.
And when you abuse I don't get hurt.
When you scream,
I don't utter a word.
To fulfill your 'wild night' fantasies,
I get bruises and cuts.
Yet it doesn't pain much.
For in your beatings,
I have found my definition of true love.