Some call it love
You know that couple.
The one that is always together
And he would do anything that she asked.
Their sugared embraces,
Their striking stares.
But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
She never looked so numb,
Caking her face with make-up to hide the bruises.
She could be waiting for him
To push her down the stairs again,
To feel that brutal love.