The Longest Goodbye

I never flinched with I felt the needle sink into my skin. Love is for masochists and I was tattooing an image of Forever in my mind. Even when the tears stained like blood on my bed sheets and pillowcases, I pushed through the pain. And now silence somehow fills the spaces where “I love you”s danced much too freely and for far too long. These thoughts of us are nowhere close to killing me yet; they chain my limbs, only binding me to you more than ever.