Bruises Blooming

i pull away in the nick of time right before he captures his lips with mine he grabs my shoulders my meekness making him bolder and as i struggle he pulls me in closer as if this changes the fact that this is part of an older struggle for dominance but aware of an audience i shrug out of his violent embrace as his angry fingers try to erase my fear of his anger my fear that he will linger in this ferocious dispute of me trying to escape you bruises bloom as you glide your hand down my arm as you make everyone forget with your charm bruises bloom in my heart as your words tear me apart bruises bloom in my mind as you blind the ones that could mend the bruises you tend like a garden of blue green roses

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