you are like bruises on my lips
when you stopped talking to me
i started to wear my scars like metal
like heavy stones and cold-short iron
every time i looked  up all i saw was the way
you touched my nails

i thought my brain
was coloured in pastel blue
last night i forgot the contour of
your face and i almost felt insane
i thought i was drunk but
everyone kept calling it sadness

my pulse was swimming in my knee caps
my eyes was on fire when you
said my name
he is like bruises on my body
leaving splodges on my mind like
i was made of ashes
he is like poetry
leaving bruises wherever he can