I haven't spoken a word in almost a month.
I don't use notes or ASL or charades
to get my message across instead,
because I have nothing to say.
What bothers me the most is,
when I finally open my mouth,
they still won't be ready to listen.

Hi there, I'm a bruise.
I'm a pretty colour and a funny shape
I'm a little cloud of your broken blood vessels.
ive been punched into your flesh
perhaps an accident.
perhaps fate.

maybe I'm here to express an anger with the world
maybe I'm a product of boredom or self-hatred
maybe I'm here to annoy your parents
maybe I'm here to show everyone you don't care about looks
maybe I'm here because your addicted to pain the way im addicted to you.

i crave your blood to give me my pretty colour
you'll forget about me in a week
you're my everything; i wouldn't be here without you
im a small mark on your upper thigh or arm.
im bright and purple proud to be a part of you
you hide me away because you're secretly ashamed.

you'll go on to discover your own greatness
and forget about the little bruise on your life.
the crazy ***** who pulled you down like an anchor
for a few months.

i will happily fade from your skins
from your life.
i will happily disappear and let you go
because i need you more than you need me.
you'll sail your ship to brilliance
and forget about that little bruise.
ill never forget you.