"Pressing my ring to my busted lip


A bag of ice,

Undaunted by fleshy bruises

(such a beautiful discoloration)

Or crude remarks under our broken lamp;

It's how I know you love me."

1:29pm 10/25/2005

Note: Based on Jarrett's rocky past. He used to say that he knew his stepdad loved him when he'd hit him, because at least then he seemed to pay attention. Needless to say, this man and I do not get along very well. Thank you for reading!