I Bruise Easily

My body is a piece of art, a canvas.
You draw your pictures,
with love and with vengeance.
My body is all I have to offer to you.
I cannot give you my heart for I know you'll break it eventually.
Like you've done so many times before.
Over and over and over again.

I'm lying on the floor today.
Crying.
Replaying memories in my head.
I'm bleeding it out, like always.
You came.
You left.
I lay all along, waiting for you to finish and maybe tell me how much you love me.
But you didn't.
I couldn't feel your love, as much as I wanted to.

I wish things didn't have to be this way, but I place a stone on my heart, cage it, lock it, keep it tucked away safe. No one can hurt me now. I am invincible.

I will cry every day till I get conditioned to the pain, but I will never let my weakness show.

My body is his now.
My body is hers now.
My body is theirs now.
My body is everyone's now.
Because there is no such thing as making love, it's all a great big lie. You may have duped me once, but I've learnt my lesson. I will never forget.