Two days ago,
I saw a ******* street
She had purple stains
on her
cheeks.
Bruises and scars
on her
hands.
Her life was surely full
of storms and
tornados she had survived.
Due to her miserable state
something sparkled inside her eyes
It was hope, a tiny piece of will to fight.
She didn't have an armor,
she didn't wear a cape,
but she surely was a hero
because
she had faith.

you left me with
few cuts and bruises
i do not blame you.
in fact,it is all
self inflicted.
it makes me happy
it makes all the pretty
pictures of your laughter
flicker in my head.
i'm giving a part
of my flesh
to see you smile,
seems like a
really good deal.

Favorite color yellow.
Yellow means healing.
Broken veins
Not all caused by "bumps" into now bent lockers

When I was young,

The grass was greener
The sky was bluer
The clouds were whiter

But now that I'm older,

The bills are greener
The bruises are bluer
And the faces are *whiter

I thought your hands
were made of magic

Because when you touched me
my skin turned shades of pink
but also green and purple,
eventually blue and yellow

I still believe magic is real
but now I'm looking in different places

boy, do I miss
you
everything about
you
when you kissed
me
I felt supernovas
exploding and
you
left bruises staining
my
neck that
I
never want
to heal.

don't do this
don't
don't raise your hand up
not again
you're scaring me
look
now i'm crying
why do you do this
how can you do this
now i'll wake up with another bruise
but i know you don't care
how you leave me
you just care that i hurt.

reality has placed a noose around my neck and i am never winning this game
i can't run away because i'm pulled back
i can't stay here because this pressure is making it
harder and harder to breathe
and these bruises on my neck look a lot like the shadow of your hands
how on earth did i end up like this?
my lungs are dry and cracking because i've been screaming your name in my sleep for weeks
and the blood in my veins is contaminated without your lips pulling it to the surface of my skin anymore
i can't think about the night sky because i compared every aspect of your being to the universe
and now that you've left
my galaxies are empty shells of something that used to be
i don't feel like a work of art anymore
i don't feel like anything anymore
you don't watch me anymore
everyone else that lays their eyes on me makes my skin feel like it's burning
and i'm scratching at my charred flesh to find an explanation as to why you thought it was okay to leave me like this
i thought you were the light at the end of the tunnel
but i mistook you for the train's headlights

-m.v.