The night before I was sinking in bliss;
My skin red and bruised;
The discoloration and soreness so unfamiliar I deemed it unreal
Today I woke up and dragged my hands across my body,
feathering the marks that remained
they were a purple/red
kind of like burgundy;
rather than pure scarlet
touching it made my brain hop back to the moment
his lips connected with my skin;
his teeth brushing
his tongue lingering
it's like a shock to my heart
I wish I could go back and change it all
I wish these bruises were just washable marker
Or makeup used to con an unrequited love
but they're not and I don't know how to be okay with that
