Wake up in the morning
Discover a bruise under my collarbone
Over my heart
The result of a shove away from you
Out of your space
Walking upstairs reveals sore thighs
Thinking they must be from your leg between mine
When I tried to catch my balance by holding on to you
But I fell anyway
Come across black and blue knees in the shower
From struggling on the floor
And bumping into things
Clumsy as I try to navigate around you
Find scratches across my fingers while I write
Blood beading on my dry skin
Battle wounds from combat
Requiring cleaning and healing
Go to sleep at night
Happy with the physical injuries
That hurt so much less than the ones in my heart
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
Wake up in the morning
Discover a bruise under my collarbone
Over my heart
The result of a shove away from you
Out of your space
Walking upstairs reveals sore thighs
Thinking they must be from your leg between mine
When I tried to catch my balance by holding on to you
But I fell anyway
Come across black and blue knees in the shower
From struggling on the floor
And bumping into things
Clumsy as I try to navigate around you
Find scratches across my fingers while I write
Blood beading on my dry skin
Battle wounds from combat
Requiring cleaning and healing
Go to sleep at night
Happy with the physical injuries
That hurt so much less than the ones in my heart
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