Between Thorns and Petals

You awaken and refer to me as love,
despite having declared yesterday that my beauty was insufficient for you
you now proclaim that I am the love of your life
and then call me by your ex girlfriend's name 

Our affection exists amidst thorns and petals, occasionally pleasant,
frequently malevolent,
akin to your previous treatment.
I ponder, do you long for it?
 

You claim to have given our relationship your all, including surprising me outside of my school, forcing me into having sex,
and never presenting me to your friends.
 

You send me flowers on Valentine's Day,
then two days later,
you have pictures of some Jessica on your phone 
you contact me to let me know I made it home safely,
but you use foul language when I disagree with you.
When it's chilly, you give me your jacket.  However, you attempt to make me chuckle when your mother calls and you say you're out with a buddy. 
You try to shove cheese down my throat after being the one who makes me cry. 
You make me swoon and then want to tear my heart out when I tell you I don't like it. 
Place me between the petals and the thorns. 
I felt more at home here than anywhere else I've been.