Tattoos, a Love Story
You asked me what it felt like when the needle pierced my skin.
As if you couldn't see the pain filled expression on my face when the needle went it.
You side line, my thoughts pine, this needles still scrapping this body of mine.
And yet you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels.
You ask is it like a rush, can you see, can you touch?
I know you hear the faint buzzing of this needle, and the sound gets fainter when he loosens his grip, and on that tattoo gun traces of my blood are still fresh.
And yet you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels.
He's halfway down my ribs, and you know on that spot the pain is big but I swear i'd take every ounce of it for you, and it's in color so it hurts more but only for you.
You know I have a few other tattoos I tried to cover up too just so you don't see the mistakes and understand that for you, this is real.
That needle didn't flow so gracefully kind of like our relationship, see just by the way you're sitting there asking instead of feeling I can tell you don't get it.
And you know i'd do anything, walk through fire, stand in rain, spill blood, cause pain, just so that you could understand that it's real.
You wanted to understand it's real with this tattoo on my body that YOU can't feel, and i'm standing here looking at the finished masterpiece like damn.
Another mark i'll have to hide, this ink is burning me inside and all you have to say is "are you done?"
You know I did it for you but the strangest thing about you is you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels.
Maybe you should tattoo my name on you so I know it's real!
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