You counted my bruises — fifty-five —
and I cried because I hate the number five —
three + seven + nine are fine but not 5, no, not 5.
You placed your thumb over one on my thigh
+ your lips on the shiner around my eye —
for me, you made it fifty-three, but I didn’t deserve any.
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You always write so beautifully through pain xx
Thank you Becky, I’m so grateful for you reading my work :) xx
Always :) xx
Shouldn’t have no bruises at all
ohgod. My heart. My heart…
Oh, babe! <3
*sigh*