I have bruises
On the inside
That grow to the outside.
I have bruises on my heart,
That grow inside my mind.
I have bruises
On my thighs
And scratches
On my shins.
All these things
From dreams I can't unsee.
I dreamnt that I couldn't save any of them,
Because I didn't.
And I woke up in your arms,
Feeling guilty,
And afraid of myself.
Nothing feels real,
And that's my fault.
I could list off the reasons why you shouldn't love me,
But I know that you do,
And who am I to change your mind?
And I guess it all reminds me,
I've got running away running through my veins,
But I'd like nothing more than to stay.
So stay I will.
Things.