Bleed

Your words leave scars;
Wounds lefts, crimson lines on porcelain skin.
You don’t seem to care,
Nonchalantly glancing over the room,
Deflecting. 

I let you in,
Gave you permission to stab me
With your untrusting ways,
You make me vulnerable. 

I’m stitching up the damage,
Repairing the wounds,
And ripping them open again
Because I don’t love myself enough.

I let you bruise my sense of self,
Allowed you to get under my skin,
And now I bleed,
Sitting here,
Wishing I were someone else,
Wishing you were too.