My Own Personal Hell

xii.

I’d prefer to have my tattoo done over

Than have to have you stay for dinner.

But Mum insisted.

‘It’s a tramp stamp’ as you once called it.

I’d never been so ashamed in my life.

But I don’t regret getting it.

Not even Mum knows it’s there.

Only you.

I regret that;

I regret you seeing it

For all the wrong reasons 

At all the wrong times.