I'm painting my nails red to match your lips
I'm painting my nails purple to camouflage my chest with the bruising you gave when you left
I'm pulling back my cuticles down to my knuckles to expose the flesh underneath so you can't see i've been punching walls cursing your name
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
I'm wearing sweaters to hide your scars on my skin
So you can't see that i'm cold and your arms around me mean nothing
I'm keeping my hands in a tight fist so you can't hold it
And so that whoever tries to step into this darkness knows that my heart is taken and my hands will meet them fist first
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