pretty as i sit with the smoke all over the room
lipstick bruises all over my fingers
as the heart is too — full of bruises.
the bruises i made my own
but you never asked, did you?
the way i changed, the way i be the self you hated
you only hated but never asked
for i never hated you for pulling away
you had your own reasons and i was there to witness every single part of you leaving
did i ever question it, love?
did i ever blame you? for once, i never.
to love and tolerate are the things i always do when it comes to you
i made my own bruises, in this heart, by loving a man whose love will never be mine to have.
and the storm i have to deal with my own, the storm you left in me unnoticed, was the one that made me realized not everything nor everyone could leave some beautiful marks.
