Peachy

The marks on my knees from jumping off the swings, slamming into the fence, 
and falling on the subway stairs have slowly faded. 
I don't bruise easily, but being around you has the tendency to soften me up. 
These contusions aren't the only thing under my skin. 
The hickey on my arm is a half scrubbed temporary tattoo. 
It'll wash away soon, but I promise I took pictures.
And there's still scratches on my fingers from your nails.
I hope they leave little scars.
I never want to forget that my skin was touched by you.