If you want to know
exactly what hell feels like,
fall in love with me."
Michele. City of Brotherly Love.
Sometimes when I wake up at night
I can still feel the weight of your anger on my chest.
My breaths still shallow in fear that your lack of hesitation,
That your lack of inhibition,
Might crush my ribs and puncture my lungs,
Leaving me with no fortress,
And no place to call my own.
Because even though the bruises have faded,
I can’t wash your fingerprints off my skin.
I wear those marks as invisible scars
That still burn at night when my chest gets tight…
And even though I know I’m not breathing,
I’m still screaming…
I’m still screaming."