Blood Filled Fists

You loved me greatly 
in the beggining 
of our two year relationship.
Gentle, scared you were
when you touched me.
You got rough
our first time
when you showed me the world of
BDSM.
We learned new and exciting ways of pleasuring each other.
We found out terrible, dark secrets about each other
that we never told anyone.
I thought you were perfect
I thought you were
the one.
But two months ago
that changed.
One night
I didn't feel like making love with you,
you hit me,
nose gushing blood you grabbed my neck
throwing me to the floor.
You yelled telling me to get on all fours
so you can punish me
for saying no.
You had the whip in your hand,
the one we have yet
to experimate with.
You brought the whip down on my bare back.
I still have the scars from that dark night.
After that nothing was the same.
You grabbed me to tightly in public
and you screamed at me in front of our friends
and at home
you beat me, punched me, kicked me.
You even threatened to kill me once.
I know I was into BDSM
but you caused me to much pain.
To much physical pain 
and to much emotional pain.
So I left you.
But now
I want you back.
I still love you Jeremy.

Is that bad?