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Battered

I can hear you calling me.
I wish I knew how this story would end.
My body is naked and cool in the air.
Everyone's eyes can see the marks on my skin.
The deep purple fingertips and the scars eating my face away.
I don't know how it got there.
I can see your curved lips that kissed me so lovingly.
I can imagine those hands on me again.
How can you still say you love me?

Needed

Don't look at me with those eyes.

They could be enough for my heart to die.

Those words you need to hear.

Those thoughts that just won't heal.

It just goes over and over and over again.

Never ending just repeating.

Don't do it.

Not again.

The fear, the hurt, the confusion.