Years ago your loved was a hidden piercing;
pink and fun to play with.
I allowed you to puncture flesh
and set yourself up a nice cozy home,
you were my welcomed guest;
I your graceful host.
I had to remove you from my life.
The love was short term – part time,
not a clear vacancy in sight.
And I played with the scar you left
till it left and I forgot that loving you cost me.
Today I allowed you to be imprinted
blood, skin and pain as a bold and italicized
expression of my never failing love for you.
And nobody gets it,
and I don’t know how to explain
why I needed to let your love scar me.
You ask me why and I can only respond,
I needed it, like how you crave the air you breathe,
I needed it, to survive, to prove that my life goes on,
I needed it; you.
And it’s not often I use a second person,
no.
The second person to address
my innermost thoughts and wants and fears and dreams.
I’m finally awake,
finally asleep,
finally open to myself, my truth and loving me.
Be Kind and Share…
I was holding my breath the entire time while reading this. Wow! Love, love love. Is this picture of the tattoo that you got?
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Yep
Thanks chica! I never even knew what I was writing till it was completed and I was like yessss! This is lovely! I like it, so I shall post it and not even care. Lol.
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LOL! I love that. Great decision. The tattoo looks amazing. I purchased a set of Giving Keys last year out of love for a lost family member of mine. I used the semicolon as well and wear it around my neck from time to time :).
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I love those. The writings and messages.
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I know! You should get one customized with a message of your own. You’re a poet! Yours would be dope
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That’s a dope idea enuh! 🤔🙌🏽🤗
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