Love in the color
of bruises
tender shades of blue
lingering soft purple hues
love isn't always red
the brushes gentle touch
stains the paper
as the colors dance
in the water
I can't count all the tears
I've shed
I wouldn't say
life isn't fair
but only since I've learned
that life isn't cruel
it hasn't always been good
and I honestly don't know
how I survived the nights
that I wanted something darker
than wanting to die
but I'm still here
my heart is still beating...
broken again and again
but it never stopped working
it never stopped...
love isn't always red
why would I ever
want these scars to heal
these colors to fade
to forget...
love isn't only red
it's there
in all that's been broken
it's there
in the color of bruises