When I was 14
my heart was a daisy blue
Till I met you
It turned into colors
every time I saw you

Then I was 16
You made your first bruise
Then the second
and the third
and the next I could not remember

Said you’re sorry
And thought I should not worry
About the words you said
and the wound you made
So I forgave you

Then I turned 20
You started acting weirdly
You kept making excuses
and I got another bruises