Could it be
your touch
that hurts me?

Left on my arm
Black, blue, and green

These
bruises
like
to
tell
the
truth
Voice
silent
as
I
cover
myself
and
find
I still
love him

Black, blue, and green
spreads to and
above my
heart

My body a canvas
of his three favorite colors

A signature of love
From,
The Abuser

A bird cannot  fly
If it carries too much weight on it’s wings-
Instead it will be left to silently cry
As it watches all it’s friends

A roadrunner cannot run
If it eats too many worms-
Not because of any extra weight
But because his conscience holds his feet

A human cannot thrive
As long as they’re alone-
But alone they will stay
If they carry hate in their soul