̶ ̶ lxx. BANDAIDS CAN'T FIX BROKEN HEARTS.

bruises that once left splotches of purple slowly turn yellow and fade to the porcelain that my skin has always been.

scars dig deeper than they seem, reaching for veins that hold demons that sing and broken hopes of blood running down the drain slowly as the clear water turns crimson.

as much as i knew that this wouldn't be left only just a bruise, there was still that lingering persuasive side in me screaming that everything would end up fine but here you are, your name etched into my brain like gravestones carrying strangers names.

a scar that won't fade away.