My skin is stretched to its limit
Of pain and scars
Permanent markers
Of the places you touched me
Gently and softly with tenderness
The bruises on my cheek, my calf
Extend the polar ends of
How my heart was stretched
Into pieces, little pieces
I live behind the kisses
And the promises
Uttered by lips
Disconnected from your heart
Words never meant to be fulfilled
But tasted good
On a practiced tongue
Skin that will not be lied to
Will not be bruised by another
I have no untouched places left
Unburned by your kind of love
This is the skin I’m in
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