some nights I remember
the things you said
in quiet tones
and the way your
...
it came suddenly
it wasn't expected
but sought after for as long as I can remember
and now that it's here
...
I have finally eaten through the marrow of life
broken my teeth on the bones
as I let the blood spill down my chin
my neck
...
"How do you feel? "
He waited a few seconds while I stared into my glass, trying to remember the question. The waitress walked by again. She was wearing Keds. I didn't even know they still made those. I gave up.
...
Some Nights
some nights I remember
the things you said
in quiet tones
and the way your
eyes looked down
when you spoke to me
and I can even
remember
the way your lips curled
when you thought
you were being funny.
but what I can't seem
to remember
for the life of me
is what it felt like
to love you.
Someone called me a free spirit today. It only made me realize how trapped I feel.
Sometimes I think I died a long time ago. And this is where I was sent.
All the tattoos I make will inevitably be buried or cremated. Tattooers are artist that are destined to be forgotten.