we started our story drenched in blood
we didn’t care, it was fun
and on a pool of blood we remain.
you never physically hurt me
but i always bled. once, for weeks on end.
one day i woke up with a black eye, mysteriously. (in LA, do you remember?)
funny because it was the day i started reading signs that you were hurting me to my back.
i still didn’t knew
but my body did. maybe it was telling me.
bruises constantly appeared when we were together. i have no idea why and, frankly, i had other things in mind.
no one ever hurt me as much.
not as close. not as deep. not in such varied ways. not for so long.
blood marks all over. scars on my wrists. bruises on my soul.
