If we bruised where we ached we'd all see a different kind of beautiful. With corrupted skin of a mapped out past, maybe wed have a better understanding. We have the marks of blue solar systems across our heavy heads, circles over each knot in our spines, bruises in the shape of cuts from being stabbed in the back.there'd be deep navy in the outstretched tips of our fingers from yearning. From reaching from holding on and letting go color blooming on the soles of our feet from walking and walking and running with inconsistencies well have battle marks across our chests dark purples splattered on the left of our racing hearts necks hold dark fingerprints from the ache of being choked by soft things that shouldn't hurt but if we bruised where we ached we wouldn't  be able to hid and maybe just maybe and only then you'll realize the lie in im fine.