Bruises, Not Scars
Gone are my childish beliefs in love
That foolish faith in magic
Dreams of devotion have faded
And clarity seems to be all that's left
You're image has shifted so violently in my eyes
The man suddenly revealed in true form
I know not that those lips hold the sharpest tongue
Ready and waiting to mortally wound me with words
Those eyes would kill me if they could
Cut me down where I stand with only a glare
And those arms that once held me close
Extend to hands that forget I am soft and sweet
Fists of rage leaving me black and blue on the floor
But I'm the one to blame, not you
I couldn't see that you have been you all along
So now I have no more tears to shed
You have stolen too many and left me nearly dry
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