Could it be
your touch
that hurts me?
Left on my arm
Black, blue, and green
These
bruises
like
to
tell
the
truth
Voice
silent
as
I
cover
myself
and
find
I still
love him
Black, blue, and green
spreads to and
above my
heart
My body a canvas
of his three favorite colors
A signature of love
From,
The Abuser
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
Could it be
your touch
that hurts me?
Left on my arm
Black, blue, and green
These
bruises
like
to
tell
the
truth
Voice
silent
as
I
cover
myself
and
find
I still
love him
Black, blue, and green
spreads to and
above my
heart
My body a canvas
of his three favorite colors
A signature of love
From,
The Abuser
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