I want to be permanent.
Like ink.
Able to etch out a piece of your heart.
Hard to erase.
Make it so you can't escape.
I want to be an ink that bleeds. Seeps deeper into the depths of your paper-like skin.
I want to be needlepoint thin so I can show the fine details that make your life and draw your pain.
I want to be the ink that always finds a way to stain your things so you don't forget.
Ink is disposable though, it's easy to replace, easy to misplace, likely to get lost.
I'm asking you to keep me, etch me into the deepest depths of your mind.
Let me leave a mark so deep it keeps you up at night so you can't sleep.
Keep me like an ink tattoo, put me close to your heart and it's there that I'll stay...
Until you find a way for me to go away.
I'm tired of being a spilled bottle of ink...
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PoesíaThese words express different times in my life that left me feeling the need to write. I can't say everything you see in the beginning is what I feel now, but these are the words I can't always share stories.
