Bruised.

I clung onto the bruises,

Cause they reminded me of you,

And just like us they faded,

Left me making my own wounds.

Why am I so hollow?

Why do I only think of you?

The injuries of loving

May have bruised my spirit too.

“You need to stop.

He’s using you,”

You’re not wrong.

“How are you?”

I don’t know what to do,

I hate myself for loving you..

-M_LM (©2022 Melody LeeMarie)