Neon Bruise Heart

bright Bruise Heart
You light your cigarettes off stove burners and bad decisions
stand by the window like every city light owes you a debt
Your jacket smells like a lost weekend
eyeliner smeared in a way that looks cool on a screen but on you just screams “I’m not done yet
” Every love you ever had left fingerprints on your ribs
some gentle, some shaped like tire tracks

some wrapped in gold paint over rot
You joke that your chest is a crime scene with bad lighting
but when the music hits
it still glows like something holy they missed in the shot.
You pick partners like broken mirrors
each one reflecting some fragment you swear you can fix if you just crack yourself open a little more
You call it chemistry, fate, bad luck, whatever

then you pour another drink and text the last one who hurt you just to check the score
There is a line on your left arm where an old lover signed their farewell in blue ink
a lyric they never deserved to own
You keep it as a reminder of the night you finally said “fuck being the sad girl” and walked out barefoot
shivering, but not alone.

The world loves a clean break
cutting ties with a perfect bow and a quote
Your endings come like car wrecks and blackouts
words catching in your throat
Yet every time the dust clears
your heart pulses back up, keeps the rhythm afloat.

You have a bright bruise heart
glowing ugly-beautiful under the skin
Purple and electric at the edges where the fists of the world keep swinging in
You stagger, swear, laugh, fall, get up
still burning through the ache and tar
bright bruise heart baby
you are my favorite damaged star.

On quiet nights when nobody is calling and the city outside acts like it never met you
you lie awake counting every fuckup by name
From the first crush you ghosted out of fear to the last meltdown in a parking lot where you screamed at the sky and felt the shame
You press your hand to your chest like you are checking for a pulse on someone hit by a drunk driver made of memory
Then you feel it, stubborn and off beat
drumming out a rhythm that refuses to match the script or the misery.

You talk like you are cursed
like love saw you once and laughed and moved on
But I have watched you share your last slice of pizza with a crying stranger at dawn
That is not the move of a doomed heart
that is a light still left on.

One day some smooth talking liar will tell you they can fix you
sell you pure white sheets and quiet weekends where nothing ever cracks
They will ask you to tone down your stories
your dirty jokes, your loud music, your haunted facts
If you ever feel yourself dim for them, even a little
if the bruise light starts to fade because of fear
Call me

I will stand outside their apartment with speakers and swear words till your glow kicks back into gear.
You have a bright bruise heart
and I never want it covered up or hid
Those wild colors prove you fought through nights that softer people never did
If love wants you tidy
love can fuck off and go shop for something bland and small
bright bruise heart baby

I am here for every flicker and every brawl.
When the ache flares up again and you think you are broken beyond repair
Find a mirror in the dark
watch that bright pulse and know I’m there.