This Is Not A Love Poem

Abuse of any kind is deplorable and unacceptable and domestic abuse affects countless males and females every year, I've chosen a female perspective purely for creative license

Embraces like chains.
Soft brushes of fingers paint pain in blotches,
And where they stroke bloom bruises,
Of darkened hues,
Broken heart vessels ebb in you.
Softly spoken promises of change,
Crash on defenseless ears,
Bludgeoning heightened senses,
Used to the years of abuse.
Your flinch flies like an arrow to its mark,
Sparking reactions, the gunpowder lit.
"What, did you think I was going to hit..."
Anger, fast and quick, the wick shrinks away,
Your betraying response the match to the keg.
Lightning followed by the thunder,
Ear deafened, skin ablaze, mind swamped in a starry haze.
The brand outlined, a signature,
Five fingerprints, an ugly glove.
Face a crime scene, a murder of trust,
A man's slaughter of what you thought was love.

This was not love.
This is not love.
This is never love.