You Still Call It Love?

"You Still Call It Love?"

He betrayed you—

and you whispered, "Maybe he's just scared."

He left you—

and you smiled, "Maybe he needs space."

He ignored you—

and you waited like loyalty was your cage.

He cheated—

and you cried, but stayed,

calling it pain that true love forgave.

He forced you—

and you blamed the moment.

He tortured you—

and you called it devotion.

He killed you—

piece by piece, soul by soul.

And you still said,

"But I love him, you know."

Now tell me—

is it really love?

Or are you just fluent

in his love language of hurt?