I still think he loves me.

Even when he stumbles in at midnight smelling like another girl.
Holding the bottle walking towards me,
With a bang I fall landing in a curl.
Another bruise added to my collection,
I guess this time I might actually learn my lesson.
I still thinks he loves me.
After he calls out all of my insecurities.
While he's using me as his personal punching bag,
Or using other girls he's been seeing to brag.
He still loves me even being with her all night.
Maybe she sees his light.
I believe it is my own fault for all the miscommunication.
Next time I get another colorful thing to add my collection,
He might finally see the fear in my eyes that shows my objection.
Oh how he loves me so, the scars just prove it.
But then my theories are correct.
He looks at her with pride and respect,
And then it finally sinks into my stupid brain,
He does not love me and her the same.
I am his go to personal gym,
She is the sun in his world of grim.
Although he cannot devote entirely to me,
I continue to stay because of love and greed.
But now to my dismay I finally  see,
How he actually loves me.