Bruises

Bruises

A Poem by Ellen

Salt tastes like sunshine did.

Reckless is fun when you are not the one who gets hurt.

I’m always the one to get hurt.

There are thoughts in jars

You can hide yours there too

Lets face it, they’re all about you.

Bruises are innocent,

When they are the shape of a thumb,

And look like bodies touching.

© 2014 Ellen


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Added on February 13, 2014
Last Updated on February 13, 2014
Tags: relationship, love, teenage, lust, sex, interior monologue, poem