Bruises are okay only when you hear "I love you" afterwards.
Bruises are okay only when warm arms embrace your naked shoulders.
Bruises are okay only when everything seems certain and the fire is alive everyday.
This means that I love the bruises that your teeth leave in my skin, and I love to have the traces of you fingers pressure all over my body, and I love physical pain that takes me higher. But I love it only if you love me. The problem is that I start to really doubt it, for me words speak louder than anything else and you only seem to love me when you're able to soak your words in alcohol and turn my fire on with them...
