LINK: delicate
Currently listening to: Shake It Off – Mariah Carey
I gotta get this off of my mindYou wasn’t worth my timeSo, I’m leaving you behindYeah, ’cause I need a real love in my lifeSave this recording because I’m never coming back homeBaby, I’m gone (gone), don’t ya know?
Sometimes, my male friends forget that I’m a girl.
They don’t mean to be reckless, but when excitement takes over, they grab my arm with a vice-like grip, leaving behind ecchymosis fingerprints. Their hugs, meant to be affectionate, sometimes squeeze the air from my lungs, crushing me in their enthusiasm.
I have bruises in varying stages. I know they don’t mean harm, but damn… sometimes, it looks like I’ve been through hell and back. It also doesn’t help that I’m anemic and prone to bruising easily.
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