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