Bruises may hurt.
Scrapes may burn. Burns may sting. The thing that hurts the most, burns the most, and may sting the most- Is LOVE.
This is true on so many levels. Who else can relate?
You realize how ****** you are
When you look at your heart An see how you let someone To cause all of these bruises In the name of love
He left colors
That blemished my face In purple, Blue, yellow, And red. Then having a blade Through my heart, But only hearing A voidless Of "I love you."
Blood is Red,
Bruises are Blue, You are Special, And that why I love you.
Just a little twist for V day. I was listening to Good With Grenades - Bruises and Bitemarks when I wrote this
I listened to your words like they were the rush of nicotine I crave.
I listened to you as you played victim to your own crimes. Your crimes against me. Cheated and bruised I still relied on you. My reliance on you was like my cigarette addiction. I craved you, I wanted you, sometimes needed you, but in the end, you were cancer in my lungs just like the smoke. Soon enough you broke, under the pressure of cleaning up the mess you made. The mess you had made of me. You left pieces of me scattered throughout the yard of an old house where the memories of your lips on my skin lie. The memories of the promises you shattered while you left bruises on my heart and skin.
bloodied lip bloodied knuckles black eye a white sky filled with purple galaxies kisses bonded with blood hand holding interlocked with war a river flows through the night sky the stars glisten a quiet whisper a massacre of thoughts a canvas displays strokes of pain
I'm on the edge.
I'm on the edge. So many edges. . . . with no chasms . . . . . . . . . no freefall . . . . I have crossed. Overcome? Where is my chasm? "hurt" "betrayal" "pain, just pain" I have overcome. Where is my chasm? "fatality" "silence" "peace" No chasm, No edge. Nothing. Kaydee.
So many bruises. So many wounds.
Bruises with bruises. Wounds with wounds.
They crashed and collided
Like the stars of a universe Destructive, yet beautiful.