Tatted.
There’s one word of advice
That i’ve ignored
And have now taken to heart
Never get another’s name
Carved into skin
If things ain’t been written in stone
‘Cause when y’all break up
It’ll be a pain to look at
Everytime you wake up
Not to mention you can’t cover it with makeup
And will have to make up stories
For folks who expect you to be both book and author
Narrating your own illustrations drawn upon both sides of your spine
Telling them tales to why words were so worshipfully
Written in ink
And remember removal is always an option
Just know it drains pockets
To hide them from eye sockets
Yet memories of what was once there
Will always be locked in
And it hurts more when stripped away
Drawing out tears that eyes can’t keep blocked in
Not to mention it might generate gossip
People talking
Assuming you got a new side piece
That outbeat what was once on your arm
Either way it’s a loss G
Can’t begin to tell you just how much its cost me
Sitting in that reclined chair
Vulnerable with skin bare
Bearing uncomfort that comes with
Giving sacred permission to people to pierce past
Surface of what’s seen
Deeper than any needle could ever go
Past sacrificed skin where her name is written in
Cursive to remind us how connected our spirits were
She is an artisan
Who made my heart her canvas
To scribe her initials upon
A heat wave that brought warmth to my cold soul
Yet scorched it indefinitely
When she trail blazed a path
Burning away any evidence that we were two embers
That became one great fire
And what makes me melt
Is that she tells friends that she felt what he felt
A real passion passing heat felt
And though she felt safe and secured
Things just didn’t click like a seat belt
So it only felt right to eject me out of a speeding car
Leaving me to bear all these scars
And her name that i’ve taken to heart
Though she’s easily erased mine
Sitting back in this reclined chair with a blank stare
Trying to distract myself from this painful removal process
Of trying to get you out of my heart
Though it hurts so much to remove
Yet burns everyday that I wake up and approve
Either way it’s a loss
So though I may have never tattooed
Your name upon my flesh
Your initials stay inscribed on my heart
And this is just as worse
Because I may not see them
But I feel them
And nowadays I am trying to feel
Less
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