Scars

I've got bruises on my arms from your late night drinking, scars on my body from your words, you hate me at night, the next day you love me. I put up with it night after night and day after day, because I love you, and I care enough to help you. you tell me you're sorry, "I'll never do it again", and I believe you. then night comes again and it takes over you, and you hate me all over again. still, I don't give up. I put up with it over and over again. until I can't anymore.