Your dusty fingers left a residue, staining
and bruising my skin.
soft cream littered with blue finger prints,
criss-crossed, mis-matched, burning a brand unforgettable.

Down my back, patterned with heartbreak,
up my leg, cross my belly-button,
nicks and flaws created from your ungodly teeth.

Bruises painted by your words and then,
they were brushed away with lips and
meaningless apologies.

Sinking, just giving in and I used
to hold your cheeks and close my eyes,
grunting and forgiving, imagining it was all over.
I imagined a better ending place.