If you ever fall in love with me, you’ll have to love my fascination with black & blue skies. They remind me that my bruises are the same color as something beautiful. You’ll have to love my inability to call myself pretty & the way I’m never able to take a compliment with pride. You’ll have to love a sad girl with scrapes on her knees & blisters on her fingertips. A girl who hasn’t fully healed from the last boy who said he wouldn’t hurt her.