Tattoos
You told me you didn’t like my tattoo,
Because it was too big, too ugly.
And then you told me, as you proceeded to rip your name, tattooed in my heart,
That things “weren’t working out.”
So fuck you, you hypocrite.
I took the pain, your ink was permanently in my skin,
But it didn’t matter to you.
You can remove tattoos, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy,
Or painless.
No, it was never painless with you.
How was it so easy for you to leave all traces of me behind?
So I’m the fool; I’m the one who didn’t think enough.
Silly me, I thought we were forever, like tattoos.
But what would I know.
E.D.
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