there's blood
between my teeth
and kisses
on my bruises—
the bruises you gave me.
you swore
you'd never touch another girl
the way you touched me.
the way your dad
bruised your mom
because "he loved her."
you saw the devil in me
and you tried to save me
beat her out
of my fragile frame—
i saw the devil in you
with each blow
our demons
our devils
swirled and danced around
the room:
like smoke
from your cigarettes.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
there's blood
between my teeth
and kisses
on my bruises—
the bruises you gave me.
you swore
you'd never touch another girl
the way you touched me.
the way your dad
bruised your mom
because "he loved her."
you saw the devil in me
and you tried to save me
beat her out
of my fragile frame—
i saw the devil in you
with each blow
our demons
our devils
swirled and danced around
the room:
like smoke
from your cigarettes.
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