Bruises;

it's dark outside

but your bruises are darker

they burn in my skin

a constant reminder -

the air's getting thin

or maybe it's just my lungs -

giving out

your words repeat

repeat in my head

I love you

I love you

I love you

ha I lied

you're worthless

worthless

worthless trash

the bruises get darker

the sky gets lighter

the smoke from your cigarettes

fills my lungs

and I wish for it -

for it to suffocate me

Reviews

[Playing with Demons]

This is a beautiful poem! I love the flow and the repetition
Very nice job! :)

[Duckey]

So sad, but so wonderfully written. Keep writing, this is wonderful!