I color your words in shocking reds
with undertones of purple to show
the bruises they create

Each syllable like a stab in my chest
I know you meant for them to hurt me
but the physical wounds are brightly colored
In mocking tones of lively colors

They pain me
even though I catch myself staring
unable to look away from the mutilated beauty

Mark me
Beat me
Paint me green, blue, black
Hurt Me

Scathing words thrown at me like rocks
Bouncing off my flesh

And all I can do is beg you to paint me
No matter how much it wounds me
because I am your canvas
And you are a master artist