Tattoo

Etched in, burned in, cut in,

It didn't matter, voluntary or not.

Scars permanently interrupting the natural beat of my heart 

Not a second will go by I won't be reminded of you.

Every beat will tug on the cotorised tissue

And I will feel it...I will feel you.

Time stands over me with the whip of mediocrity

with every crack and lash, telling me to not love you anymore.

On hands and knees, bleeding, I say...."never".

As sweat and blood pours down my skin, I imagine it's you touching me.

This world beats real love out of us

I will not be broken...for you, will not be broken

We exist to persist our existence

We, exist to persist lifetimes, we are not them.

When I die, I will be forgotten

My memories will mean nothing to anyone else

But a map to find you, again... and again.

And will take those lashes because I will not conform.

We are from before and no one owns it, but us.