Unfixed

by nouriguess   Apr 22, 2020


The bruises are
disappearing.

One more
week to go
and I will not
have to wear
this much makeup.

He loves me. Sometimes
love does that,
breaks us.
Sometimes, loves sucks us in,
manipulates us,
hurts us.

I wonder
if someone at work
noticed,
if someone heard
the fear in my voice,

if red high heels did
compensate for
crushed dignity.

I wonder if someone
ever stared at our photos
enough to realize that
his hugs are masks
for the bite marks, that
my bleeding lips disguise
as kisses.

He loves me,
and I'm broken, and
I know I'll always
wear so much makeup.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Heartbroken beyond words... the meaning of wearing a lot of makeup, the tremble of your voice, the small things you change to make up for it or steer others clear. Do you remember that quote from Stephen Chbosky? "We accept the love we think we deserve". How, even if we think we are broken, and we will take whatever love we can get it, even if there is pain as a consequence, we rationalize it.

    Emotional, so darn emotional...

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