you always lie.
your tongue so effortlessly rolls out the sweet words, sugar-coating the bitter truths.
you wish i don't know about it, but
through this thin wall, i can hear all the grunts and your silent scream every night.
flesh so red, blood dripping, purple blooming, you cover it up so neatly that in the morning you will look as fresh as a daisy.
i want to tend to you, nurse you, and even hold you.
kissing the bruise to make it heal faster.
but, here I am. just an invisible figment that you'll forget slowly.
the ghost from your past.
6.18.22
