I wanted a tattoo of you
On my body, permanent.
Turns out I didn't need someone
To take a needle to my skin,
You took care of that for me.
I thought the black ink could sink into my veins
And follow them to my heart,
Swallow it whole
And close the distance before it hurt.
Too late, I changed my mind.
Red and irritated,
Too late, your ink all over my skin.
It's too late,
I will never recover from you.
No amount of soap and water
would wash the stain of you off of me
Your needle drew blood,
Too late, that dried on my hands.
I had to try, though,
To clean the wounds with alcohol,
To burn away the pain,
But it was too late,
I wanted that tattoo.
YOU ARE READING
I Want You to Know
PoetryThis is how. How we got together. How we lasted. How we faded. How we broke up. How he left me. How I hated him. How I loved him. How I moved on. Raw with emotion, this collection of poetry contains the unfiltered truth of what a girl thinks of a...
