I saw a writing prompt the other day that said to write something using colors: black and blue. This is what I came up with:
Even love took his mask off last night.
Evil faced me, berated me
for falling in love with you. And
it wasn’t until after you two were gone
that I noticed the bruises. Even my heart
was left black and blue. Everyone could see
the bruises left on my cheek and all over
the rest of my body, but nobody could see
the hidden bruises, the ones on my heart.
All my markers are dry and my crayons broke
so I can’t re-color my heartbreak again.
When you choose to hurt me,
I will just have to carry the pain
in my soul, knowing that love does hurt
but only when I choose
to pour my love into someone
who shows me that they will never choose
to love me, that they only want to hurt me
because hurting me somehow
leaves them feeling whole, helps fix
what was broken in them long ago.
Peace & Love,