Hands on her
Love bruises, that’s what she’s dubbed them
Shaken violently so that her brain can rattle back in place
Her mind deteriorates with every bitch slap she swallows; he’ll change, she just knows it
The line where physical violation was a crime unto her psyche was rubbed out with each thrust, each orgasm – “I’m so sorry I won’t do it again.”
It’s okay, he loves her so much he has to leave marks all over her body
Her eyes were so beautiful he had to adorn and adore them with black and blue kisses, just swelling with love
The arms that hug him so tightly, maybe he cared for them so much that they went limp with broken bones
Threw her down the stairs to show her the way to a better life with him
Love bruises, that’s all they are
He loves her, he really does
Loves her so much he can’t bear anyone else being around her, and he means anyone
Her friends and family understand; she’s not allowed to go near the door…that’s a breach of their love
This passion, she felt it in her ribs as she struggles to breathe, cracked under the intense devotion he shows her
The wall’s to blame for the contusions that enhance her back, it crashed into her, she’s so clumsy
Love bruises, they decorate her and show everyone how much he adored her
Insults are just compliments in disguise, can’t have him telling everyone how feverishly he loved her, now can we?
Climbing on her to look into her swollen eyes, playing connect the dots with the blacks and blues he placed on her body like a treasure hunt
She searches for logic with every painful orgasm that leaves her battered vessel
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