There was a galaxy in every bruise
I pretended you never gave to me
There was a shade of red so beautiful
In every cut I pretended I never gave myself
There was a note so sweet
In every lie I pretended to be true
There was a misery so deep
When I had to pretend I didn't still loved you
I found solace in every bruised peach
For being as damaged as me
I'd bang my fist upon my bones
to love me as much as I love you
But this body is now an empty castle
Filled to the brim with only smiling people
Pretending just as much as I am
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