I bruise easily

My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been. And I can’t hide the marks, but it’s not a negative thing. So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes. I’m learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow.

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me. There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart, carved on a tree. I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me. Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily..