March 22nd;

My days blur together, and my bones shake like they do when it storms. I bruise easily, I told you. You smiled with a face full of pride. “How so?” I began to over-think things again. My eyes never left the ring on my finger. I just shrugged in response, my mind was a living distraction. “Just because,” I finally said, in a voice I couldn’t consider my own. You nodded like you understood. I simply stared.

Day turns to night, and I find myself wondering if in that fleeting moment of wakefulness, your tired mind pondered. I crowded my simple mind by dreaming up realistic colors. Ones of value, you said. Such as the muddy brown of your eyes, or the cloudy gray of my jeans. My heart dropped a thousand times when I realized you and your lies.

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