Consistancy.
They say tattoos are an addiction
like crack or cocaine.
But I think we are just in love with the idea that something will never leave us.
In a world where everything is temporary
the feeling of stabilty is thrilling.
I hoped you were as permanent as the ink that dances across my skin
but in reality
you were as temporary as the leaves in the fall.
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