Bruised

Saw you at your worst and I still thought you were the best, I guess I just couldn't care less.

But f**k, it was so real and we were the best. 

You were so corrupt it felt as if I was fooling with death in the flesh. 

Left me with my heart in your hand. Oh how did I not know that was the end? 

“I’m not going to hurt you”. Sure I've heard it all before. 

But please tell me what did you have to lie for? 

I always yearned to say something tragically appalling about what you did to me, but god you bruised me and I cannot find any beauty in it. Not one thing.