You don’t know how long I sat there
Scrubbing the scent of you off
Hours could\'ve passed,
Days could\'ve passed,
And yet blue tattoo ink still stained my skin. It’s been years now, and I’m afraid it’s dented within me. I think that’s why others run away: do they know that they could never touch me like you do?
My sleep is interrupted because my world was corrupted by you, at the moment a supernova feeling, now a phantom echo in my heart. These marks hold a threshold of memories that made me believe it was you and me who loved each other. I’ve never thought that maybe it was just me…
Stubborn is he, his name etched in my soul and heart no matter how hard I try to wash it off. My skin is in rashes from the rough scratches because I love you so desperately, so desperately that I need you gone because sometimes I think I can take you. I come back every time thinking I can handle you, but you haven’t changed. You’re still the same soul siphon you were a year ago, and in the years before, you still looked at me with those same dark eyes, and I’ve yet to cripple on my knees again for you. You’re it for me. I’ve loved you each and every year, in every sunset and sunrise, in every full moon. Yet I could never be fortunate for you to love me too…