Tattooed Love

So what’s next? Flipping through books of images, undecided. I keep asking myself pleading with the painful thoughts that constant haunts my mind. I’m looking through my life with a fine grooming comb removing hairs. Roots included. Snags No Room for re-growth, why bother when I shave. Simple Wish that life was this easy. Close cut without the worries. I left room for to many mistakes and involving my life with people that may have loved me for me. Then again it’s questionable. What isn’t, these days? Statements made, unforgivable, it still hurts no matter how or where you put it. Tattooed labeled. Love is A painful word used, that is a thorn in my…. you know what. That’s causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand at attention and not to mention how I’m feeling. Its mixed questionable thoughts with words she used against me. A highly poisonous toxic chemical love affair, tattooed as a reminder of broken hearts. I just want to close my eyes and forget the unforgettable because that’s easier and believe me I rather run at this point into the sunset right into the arms of a woman who has the imagination and strength to hold me up; Not down with her hands around my throat when I was trying to sleep, and not to much that my head swells causing my ego to lose control. Still hurts with the thoughts and memories I can’t explain, but it is what it is. this shall be the case, and it shall pass. Just liked time has. It just wasn’t right anymore. Reading it in a mirror backwards it’s just words tattooed, a reflection, love yourself or just leave it alone was what it was saying. It’s not close to being over and I rather or prefer it to just be a peaceful image with beautiful smiles and sunshine. But let’s face it Life Love Pain Hate Fate Memories Dreams Misery loves the company and Reality just sums this mess up all into one. Pointing fingers doesn’t fix anything when you’re actually the blame. When you’re still hurting just means you’re alive, feeling the pain and still you will be able to move on. Even though she was long gone before you even realized it. It was a short kiss good night just wasn’t meant to last. No matter how many reminders you have tattooed if it’s true you won’t forget.