I hide in the space between the rusted radiator and the floor
The scars still trace the situation, but the welting sting is no more.
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How dare I, so still at that, allow hot so poison tear within?
With your heavy, frantic footsteps requesting where I've been?
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It's gluttonous kiss leaves marks that snatch the sound from my lips
They don't fade like the copious "love" leaked under my skin, branding me fixed.
Gifted by your generosity, just for I delivered, wrapped up like your fist
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Wrapped up in pretty bruise paper, thin like I must be.
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The radiator stains my back, arms, there where I can see.
I chose searing here, heart thudding for the life of me
Because the bites, pinch, bruises don't leave, they only sink.
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They sit inside, weigh me down, tell me I'm not okay.
Even after the fight is over, and my face is almost clear as day,
After the apartment's clean, swelling's gone and again I can see,
The scars will never be as ugly as what I see after you loving me.
