You are a nice guy,

even if you tell me a thousand lies,

even if you make me cry,

even if you call me names,

even if you color me black and blue,

you are a nice guy because

you still hold my hand,

and

whisper to my ears,

words I wish to hear.

–o—

A short poem about how people choose (or are deprived of the ability to make a reasonable decision and thus opt) to remain oblivious to an abusive relationship they are in because they interpret the slightest attention from their partner as affection.