Almost two years have gone by
Yet I still think about you all the time
Even after you broke that door down
My mind seems to keep wandering
Back around
Sticks and stones
They didn’t break my bones
But the bruises left a permanent scar
On my heart
Now I have to learn how to trust again
Tell me why I’m still wondering
Where you’ve been
Could we begin again?
Hell no
I would never let you back in
Even when you break the door down
On me
I’m still fighting to believe
That there’s better people
But oh, you and your ego
You sure left a mark on me

You sure left your mark on me

Mistreatment, abandonment, corruption, exploitation,
Things that have been done, without any explanation.
Blue down the face, red down the brain,
Creating a purple, pleasurable feeling, of cruelty in perverted vain.
Yet the pleasure is reversed, for it was just an excuse,
For the deepest excuse that came from the most purple bruise.

You notice the
bruises of many hues
painted across the ****** canvas
reflecting through the shade of mood.

You ask what happened?
But this question
would require me to break open the surface;
permeate my skin
for you to dissect,
explore the source
analyse and
do the autopsy of my past.

But I am not ready to show you
more than the bleed
that is close to the surface
threatening to break.

grab me and wrap me up
in hope and
possibility

paint my walls white
to erase these
bruises

softly hold my face as my eyes
pour out the worlds
pain

but please

whisper in the night
of your love
as i drift

I wake up seeing bruises on my body.
Huh.
Turns out self harm can knock a person out
Just as much as her smile does.