How do I fix this
Maybe a tattoo, or two?
Maybe another drink
Or a cigarette from the corner store

I'll have them etch the art into my canvas
Hoping that will keep me sane for awhile
Help me bleed when my blood is thin
Help me forgive the sins they say I have

Surrounded by toxicity
So I find other ways to let it enter me
Maybe if I can handle it in other forms
The current ones won't destroy me

did you notice the new tattoo that i got?
i know it's been quite some time since we've been apart
are you gonna ask me if it hurt?
are you gonna ask me what it meant?
i know you want to forget the day that you left
but i couldn't
so here's the new mark that i got
branded into my skin
so i could never forget
what you and i had been

The words curled around her tongue
vanishing before she gets a taste of it
Her hands are inked with sentences
Her stomach are filled with phrases unknown
Every bit of her skin
Are marked with ancient lines
Four lines, five lines, six lines
And she lost count of the others on her back
They called it stanzas
From the World Before
When words were freely written and spoken
On things called books and papers
With an ink that must be the same
As the one inscribed on her soul.
She is an obscenity
A walking contradiction
A curse in the post human language era
As she bears all the words and languages of the world
So that all can see through her
The beauty that words can make
(Yet none can read nor understand)
Even though none can read nor understand.

She wears her soul on her skin.
Still, no one can read her.

i thought i had
a tattoo of our
love somewhere
deep inside me
but maybe our
passion was
ink from a pen
a heart shaped
drawing on the
surface of my
pale skin that
a river of tears
washed away
after all those days
I begged and begged
for you to stay
and you didn’t