He loves me

It's OK when you
look up at me in discussed.
I can deal with you hitting,
me if you must.

It's OK for you to twist
my neck and call me a h0e.
I can cover the bruises
so no one will know.

It's OK to kick me,Until
I can't stand no more.
I'll get up later when
I'm not broken on the floor.

It's OK to step on me,
and blacken either eye.
I can soak it in cold,
water so later I can cry.

It's OK to love you
with more than I have got.
I can trick the flower,
but it's still he loves you not.