Rub a little polish on your shiner

Because kisses from fists prove that you're tough as shit

And rub a little soil in your dirty creases

To ward off all of the false lovers and the pricks

You don't have to lie about the bruise on your eye

You have thicker skin than this

Don't be that girl that lies about falling

When you were thrown into this cycle

Of begging to be happy

You are better than this

Your skin will one day be kissed

By someone that loves you

These bruises hurt

I know

These bruises hurt