The putrid smell of alcohol that stains the rug,
and a chilling feeling up my spine erupts with a tug.
I look up to you with a petrified gaze,
an angered yell comes out with your drunken blaze.
Because I love you, I tiptoe through the halls.
As I hoped the quiet wouldn't make its' awakening calls.
Because I love you, I make sure to behave,
and to deny any questionable message that my friends and family members gave.
Because I love you, I stoop low to make you shine,
even though you hurt me in a way a punch can't sometimes.
Because I love you, I hold onto memories in my head.
Although, all of those memories are better off dead.
Because I love you, I let you warm my skin with a blow
even when sometimes I don't want to though.
It's because I love you, I found true love.
Or is it a fairytale I didn't want to dream of?