Poetry Site

Blood and Bruises

Blood isred
Bruises are blue
You told me you loved me and I thought I did too.
Instead of hugs adn kissin wehn i looked for you you were missin.
When here, you hit me and beat me, as you can see.
I had fear when i knew you came near
I didn't know whether i'd survive or not
my face is getting redder and my forehead is hot.
Now after "death" i figured it wasn't love we had
Or if that was love i dont need it that bad
Cause when i "had it", i was too sad.