Oh, when his knuckles turn red, He breathes heavy, I still stay, He loves me, he promised again, Mama, don’t you worry. Hand raised, His lips murmuring the sweet nothings, Fury burning his heart, Words lulling me to the oblivion, Oh mama, don’t you worry. Tender kisses, bruising grips, Blue eyes, skin a different shade, … Continue reading bruised. →