I've still got bruises on my body from where my skin’s caved in from your touch,

But my body still aches in the places you haven’t touched me yet.

There’s a story you've written on my skin

and I’m itching to get it on paper.

But my attention span is only as small as the spaces between our bodies when you’re holding me

And needless to say

I’m scared to know if this is real

With my nonexistent heart

because yours can’t beat for the both of us.

I just never realized how bruised my body was until the day you left.