I have marked you on my skin,
A reminder of our affection.
Now just a forgotten scar,
Hidden from all detection.
I have no place more,
For the tattoo of you.
When you left they faded,
Covered up in all I do.
A permanent mark of prison,
No clear wipe of the slate.
I regretted what I've done,
But by that time it was too late.
The letters spelling out,
A name I want to rid.
But no scrubbing can cleanse me off,
Something that will always sit.
Custom made replica,
Forever on skin with ink.
The only thing I still have left,
Of our bitter-sweet ended link.
So I cover up my flesh,
Hide away what I have done.
There's no more place for your tattoo,
To me you're forever gone.
YOU ARE READING
Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
