My heart isn't broken
it's bruised

I have bruises like a map across my skin
Across my soul across my body
Bruises like a black ocean
swallowing me whole

Where do the bruises end
And I begin
It hurts to be touched
But watch me beg for more
It hurts to be loved
But watch me try anyway

Watch my skin crawl
When you trail kisses down my neck
Look at the footprints they leave behind

Stare into my bloodshot eyes
And tell me it was my fault
Tell me I bruised myself

Tell me I hammered my own heart
Against the inside of my rib cage
Until the only thing left beating
Was my fists against my chest

A cheap imitation
For the beating of a heart

Believe me when I tell you
That I no longer ache for you
Believe me when I tell you
I couldn't make these bruises by myself

Every old bruise
Is shaped like your fingertips
Every old bruise
is shaped like your hands around my neck
Every old bruise is shaped like you

And when these bruises fade
New ones will take their place
And I hope they hurt
And I hope they're beautiful