Testo Bruiseless

I wish I was bruisless
Almost everyone I love has been abused, and I am included
I feel so much guilt that I couldn't guard more people from harm
We listen to Loomer, lumps in my head I struggle to smooth
The person I love is patient with me
She's feeding me cheese and I'm happy
Like a Peony ripped by the chain of a dirt bike
I just wish I was seven and blameless Going over the handlebars
Pollen sniffling over grazes
I just wish that my eyes were still wide