I want to leave marks like bruises
that are beautiful purples and reds
Like how loud cellophane wrappers, stuck around candy,
leave sticky little bits of color everywhere
Because I can feel my heart all the way down to my toes,
beating a little faster, pumping my blue blood in circles
when you're around.
And I swear that everytime I get the chance to color you in
with fingerprints & scratches
my insides flow louder;
like a kid trying to be heard above the noise.
Because when you're near me,
every single scrap of
bone and muscle and fat
that belongs to me
is flushed with my
impatience
for you.















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