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722 · Mar 2015
Flower Patch
Freaa Mar 2015
You told me I bruise the same way flowers bloom,
but the flower patch of my body knows that you can not force things to grow.
Love does not get stronger when it’s pushed up against a wall.
I once wondered if I was good enough to be with you,
now I only wonder if my skin is thick enough to fight against you.
Your hands leave marks in the same places you kiss and there has to be something wrong with that.
Lipstick stains and bruises are not the same shade of red.
You say you love me but I was never taught to love like this.

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