Your Touch Left a Bruise I Didn t Want to Fade

A cycle of poems «Your Kiss Tasted Like a Late-Night Regret»

Shadows on the hallway, echoes in the room
Your laughter still lingers, but it’s swallowed by the gloom
I trace the silent outline where your hand once lay
Your touch left a bruise-one I didn’t want to fade

I wear it like a secret, hidden just for me
A mark of where you ended, and where I used to be
Every heartbeat’s aching, every memory’s blade
But I hold onto the color, I’m not ready to let it fade

Your touch left a bruise, deep beneath my skin
A violet reminder of where we both have been
I didn’t want to lose the pain we made
Your touch left a bruise-I didn’t want to fade

The mirror shows the story, written in my eyes
A thousand little fractures, the truth behind the lies
I try to wash you off me, but the stain just stays
I’m haunted by the moment you started to drift away

If healing means forgetting, then I’m not sure I can
I’d rather keep the hurting than let go of who I am
Every shade of sorrow, every scar you gave
Is proof that I was living, not just something I forgave

So let the bruise linger, let it paint me blue
I’ll carry every shadow if it means I carry you
I didn’t want to lose the pain we made
Your touch left a bruise-I didn’t want to fade