Bruised Love. Poem by jaynae carmel

Wack.
I feel my face
it hurts really bad.
You say you'll never smack me again.
I look in the mirror
this has to change
I say its love
I'm hiding the cuts and bruises
I look away from him
he cries pleading he's sorry
I believe him
hoping he'll change
but his attitude is so strange lately
my face is debating rather its light.
Brown or the color of bruised puprle
I look in his eyes.
Their jet black no color.
Just jet. Black
he had no soul just an angry beast
whose looking at least.
On any prey no need for excuses right?
its bruised love she keeps saying to herself
but realize love shouldn't hurt
she looks in his eyes and sees a girl who is weeping.
Holding Her face l. In his pupils realize in order.
To change the world.
We have to change ourselves
so she gets ride of him
its.not love. Its bruised