Seven Lines

I lie awake, running my fingers over the lines on my stomach and hips where your words left marks.
One line for her name.
One line for yours.
One line for what you did with her.
One line for the lies.
One line for why you did it.
One line for the month I spent dreaming about a future with you. 
One line to blame myself for it all. 
Seven lines... 
Seven times and that's the last time I'll ever let you hurt me. 

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