You walk into view with one black and swollen eye, tears coming down your face, and your lips are broken and bleeding. I don't need to hear your story because it's written in your bruises. Your face speaks more to me than you will ever know. Something tells me that you wear fear within your heart. In your eyes, I see a soul in need of a smile and a hug. I can see a spark that suggests that your blemishes come from someone you loved expect hate leaves behind bruises. Don't allows yourself to believe that somehow you deserve those hits; love doesn't work that way and it never will. I hope in time you'll see that you're worth it, that you can find someone to love you who won't abuse you. Yeah, you deserve to be showered in kisses. You deserve to be free of the bruises that you adorn your body.