Paint Me With Your Love


They said that he loved me, even when he beat me until my eyes were ringed with black and purple

They said he left his affections by staining my skin yellow, like temporary tattoos that fade away while the memory of it remains embedded in my skull and haunting my thoughts until the day I take my last breath

The last breath that he would try to take from me

Bit by bit

Hit by hit

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