last night;
you told me to *******
but i got so attached
i didn't know how
you left so many bruises on my body,
now i can connect them
like stars to make new constellations
my own universe
right on the surface of my skin
i'm a walking astronomy project

last night;
i found a constellation out of your anger
and it looked like a heart
a misshapen, ugly heart
and i thought,
how ironic
there's your signature,
in all its black and blue glory
and thanks to you,
i realize how bright i shine
with your heart on my sleeve