Bruised
patches of blue and purple wrap around like anklets
skillfully weighing me down with each step,
a stabbing reminder of a path that so easily abandoned me
and in a flash these scars come running back to me
I fell
now I watch the stars on my back
embracing the cold sand on my cheeks
I lay, no worries, no joy, just me and the
music of the crashing waves
and for a moment everything makes sense
I feel complete, without you
I feel, without you…
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