I feel your arms around me, but turn and you’re gone I feel your breath on my neck, soon replaced with the cold draught I see the scratches on your back but open my eyes and see the bruises on mine They’re matched with the scratch running up my side from the night I made you mad Your face burned red and your hand was raised as I cowered and feared and cried
He said things that broke me but now my mascara is too expensive to be ruined by his harsh words I told them I was broken but they passed it off as a bad day and all they could say was “you’re okay”