#bruises poems on Hello Poetry

AnnSura Moon Oct 2015

Pieces

Remembering things that aren’t to be remembered,
Can bring back memories of when I would surrender
My love, my heart, and my thoughts to your accusations.
Am I really the only one who has any patience?

You know I loved you when everything was as it seemed,
But when you turn your back on promises,
You turn your back on me.
I can’t stand the feeling of losing everything I own
To one who can’t bear to see that my heart has grown.

I’m not the sight that you saw the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they’re just too far away.

When the night wind blows, do you think about me?
Do you think about the place in which I’ll always be?
“My heart is yours, take it,” no, I don’t want it anymore,
If violence can take the place of whom you once adored.

And I am not giving in to your little games.
“Come closer; you know that it’ll be okay,”
But it's not okay,
And who could ever even say that it was.
I bet your harsh words leave you with an adrenaline rush.

And I’m not the sight that the first day.
I was together; the puzzle pieces knew their way.
Now I am shattered, and the shards seem to stay
Just out of my reach; they’re just too far away.

Feeling down, feeling out, but not ready to give up,
I left this old house; I figured I had been through enough.
Who would’ve ever thought that you’d come chasing after me
Saying, “Please, oh please, you know I never meant those things!”

But you did mean it, and there is no changing the fact
That when you raised your fist the last time,
I was done with all that.
That was my home, before you put bruises on my face,
But you know what? I don’t think that I’m gonna ever miss that place.

I’m not the sight that you saw the last day.
I was shattered; the shards were just too far away.
Now I am together, the puzzle pieces have finally found their way
And I know for sure that this time, they are here to stay.

#sad #depression #abuse #anxiety #memories #hurt #remember #pieces #puzzle #bruises

Emma Marke Oct 2015

Stained

It wouldn’t be until the next morning that I would find them stained on my skin. I stand in front of my closet mirror and stare at black and blue. I lightly dance my fingertips across my naked skin. I couldn’t remember how each one had happened, but each brought back moments of the night before.

Short breaths.
Foggy windows.
Hands in hair.
Lips on neck.

I turn my thoughts back to the mirror and reach for my shirt. And that’s when I see the long, red scar traced down my side.

And that’s when I think maybe you aren’t so good for me.

#love #heartbreak #life #bruises

Ellie Geneve Sep 2015

The Good Kind of Pain

And as you held your bags
preparing to leave,

I felt pain

the kind of pain you feel
when a terrible bruise starts to fade away
when you know the worst has passed

don't you get it?
you were my bruise

and despite the pain I felt
I am truly glad you left

#love #sad #pain #happy #feel #misery #bruises #glad

Madison Y Sep 2015

Don't you dare tell me she deserves this.

He cries, tells her it's the last time.
Cherry lips and violet eyes,
She lies because she's so broken
She can't remember how it felt to be whole.
A boy too small to fight,
Though that doesn't stop him from trying;
A little girl who will never know that love doesn't include bruises and broken bones.
She could leave,
But she knows he'd find her as he has so many times,
Wandering the highway somewhere between the 5th and 9th time
She ponders whether it hurts worse to live or die.
Her baby in her arms and one trailing behind,
A shotgun aimed between her eyes,
She'll climb inside his old blue pickup truck,
Which is somehow colder than the October night.

She hears the whispers—
Illegal. Dependent. Brainless.
Can they not see their own reflection in her tired eyes
And realize that if the stars aligned differently,
They could have been the one wearing sweaters in the summer
And sunglasses in the grocery store?
As she pushes the shopping cart home,
She says a silent prayer that he'll be gone,
But he never is.
When her nose bleeds on the tile
She no longer cries,
Just syncs the pounding in her head with her heartbeat, screaming,
It's over. It's over. It's over. It's—

#broken #abuse #bleed #this #she #women #bruises #deserve #doesnt #shotgun

KILLME Sep 2015

Daddy Issues.

When He realizes
He can't tell you "no"
He'll make you feel "no"
you'll feel his disapproval
across your face
and in the places
you hit the floor too many times.

#abuse #daddy #bad #no #hit #issues #bruises #parents #hitting

The Silent Catastrophe Sep 2015

Melissa I love you

He stared at the cuts on his wrist
Reprimanding himself for his cowardice
To not  finish the job
Melissa had seen those cuts
Dug deep  into his wrist; angry red
Knowing  full well the reason for them
But choosing to ignore them

He flinched letting out a sharp gasp
As slaps  and  punches  hit him
Opening old wounds  and  bruises
His body a palette of suffering  and  pain
Bleeding tears down his skeletal frame
Melissa  watched these attacks
Her boyfriend  inflicted upon him
But chose to ignore them

His eyes were dry from shedding tears
His heart was torn from the constant crushing
His body wracked and tired from the frequent beatings
And his brain weary and ready to shut down forever
That morning Melissa  couldn't  ignore the body
Hung in her front garden
Holding a bouquet of wilting roses;
With a heart saying *I love you

This is a touching one of mine

#heart #hurt #roses #red #bruises

dini Sep 2015

words

i used to have words tearing off my skin
stabbing my soul before bringing me back
just to bleed me all over again
and i don't think i've ever prayed harder
to keep my demons away from me.

one day it flew back to hell and
left me with a lump in my throat;
bruises along my fingers
aching when i feel my veins
and found that i no longer recognize
the rhythmic echo that once was mine.

#words #demons #blood #scars #veins #bruises

Nessa dieR Sep 2015

I met a butterfly

With the brightest colors you've seen
But she hides them behind her back
For they tell where she has been...

At night she can be found
Writing metaphors from her heart
For her head, deep in the ground,
Has a secret tearing her apart.

*Dear butterfly, spread your wings
There's a world out there for you,
What you're feeling, all these things
Aren't healthy for us two.

#love #scared #butterfly #him #colors #fly #wings #bruises #shy

Little Azaleah Aug 2015

My Ten Word Story [39]

Physically, she's okay, but emotionally she's got cuts and bruises.

{ E.I }

Never judge a book by its cover.

#cuts #bruises #emotionally #physically