a dedication to my trauma and broken bones

you leave a mark
every time you touch me.
your fingertips
touch my skin gently.
when you pull away,
i am left bruised
and broken.
sometimes i'll look at my wrists,
and those places you caressed me
as if i'll see a scar
that was never there.

i'm watching the girl
you kiss now.
i don't talk to her,
but i don't have to
to see the bruises
that are forming
at her neck.
she looks at me
and i know
that we are the only ones
that see them.

and i maybe i just want
someone else
to see them.