I wore you like a bruise.
Same days it hurt more than others.
At times I was proud.
Other times I had to hide it.
I poked
And I prodded.
I teased
And the presence of my bruise only grew
And I questioned
If it was good
Or not
It's like any other natural relationship
Only it was as if you were attached to me
Literally
Finding a way to remove a bruise is painful
Yet I tried
And it only worsened
Sometimes you faded
And I found myself saddened.
I love you
My purple and blue bruise.
I wouldn't change a thing about you
Even if it may hurt
Sometimes.
