Another love poem

So, I know there have been poems about love and this poem is no different. I know there have been poems about both aspects of love, the good and the bad. This is another on about the bad. This poem is an attack on love itself. This poem is angry...like all my other poems. I use the word "bitch" to describe not only the opinion "love is a bitch" but as a re-frame that happens through out the poem. I don't know if this poem will be effective. This poem is a fragment of a poem I wrote in the past and revised. I found it among some of my documents and wanted to complete it.
This is as far as I got.

Bitch,
Yea…you,
Breathing out your lies,
Twisting up hearts with your brutal hands,
Bitch,
I trusted you
Gave into you
Like fools often do,
I gave in and gave up me
And here you are,
You bitch
Yea…raise your hand
Strike me down,
Rape my body
You bitch
Don’t like it,
Do you?
Being called a bitch

I cried, every time I watched
my motherfucking father
Raise his hand
Crushing my mother’s beauty
With pain and distress,
punished on her face,
All because you
Bitch.

And here,
You are with me,
Turning the most
Beautiful man I ever saw
into an animal with a fist,
a fist against my face,
And laugh,
You…bitch.
Is it funny I can’t leave him,
Because you have me bounded down,
Hoping in the impossibility
That he will change, he can change.

I dont really know how I'm going to finish it, but I hope I'm able to do so soon.