Tattoos
January 16, 2015
Each past lover is like ink in my skin.
A voluntary pain I put myself through,
just to find someone who might enjoy
being a permanent investment.
The old ones that left are still in harmony
with my pale pores and constellation of
freckles amongst my skin.
Still there are so many blank spaces.
Endless amount of canvas.
They say the thing about tattoos is
they're addicting.
I guess you could say I'm hooked.
The next boy to make me bleed
will most likely not be the last,
but at least he will leave his mark on me forever
or until my time has passed.
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