Bruise Out

I miss waking with you,
Your hair tangled in mine
like our limbs, knotted.

Hot skin on my cold flesh,
held in the fierce grip of your embrace.
So safe it scared me.

Feet and body glued
in our silent secret cage,
both of us refusing to move.

The bars bending in
tightening around us,
the truth bruising out.

“Love hurts” they say,
but does it really hurt this much?

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