red rock candy

bruises litter me like mold in an abandoned place

if they were yours, they'd be strung over me like a necklace

you'd give me pearls, in concept

a strawberry milkshake, you'd take me out

hand me a strawberry alone, my juice covered lips wet

i don't think you'd hurt me even if i'd ask

if i cried,

              yelled, 

                       screamed, 

                                broke down in the street,

(you get the point)

but i would still ask

and trust you, 

past the punches and kicks

and love you, 

past blood on my lips

anything from you, 

strawberry sweet