And I'll be wearing black and blue
It's my new favorite color
To hide all the bruises
From my ex-lover

I don't like this dress
It's too tight for me
So I do nothing all day
Just sit down and cry

No, it is not because of him
No, this is not blood
I just love to curl up in a ball
Keeps me safe and warm

I love me some white dresses
Red seeping through
Making lace into a fright
Dripping trails in the night

White becomes pink
Stains on my porcelain skin
Painting my room a crime
Washed away with tears

I will wear a black dress
Makes my sickness stick out
Matches my old stab wounds
Now I don't pretend anymore

Cradle by old oak
Chorus and strings echo around
Sending on my way
Into a place where there are no dresses



© Sofia Villagrana 2018