I could paint a poem, my life story,
on your back with a Chinese brush
and India ink.
With a razor, a pin, or even a sliver if bamboo,
I could make it permanent on you.
You would neveer allow this suttle violent obligation,
this enduring itch of commitment.
My words that would heal in you,
forever burden you.
A constant reminder of the fucked up me,
that absorbed abuse and endured it can't you see?
You could never abide my words on your skin.
Hope all is well.
on your back with a Chinese brush
and India ink.
With a razor, a pin, or even a sliver if bamboo,
I could make it permanent on you.
You would neveer allow this suttle violent obligation,
this enduring itch of commitment.
My words that would heal in you,
forever burden you.
A constant reminder of the fucked up me,
that absorbed abuse and endured it can't you see?
You could never abide my words on your skin.
Hope all is well.
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I've been MIA because of the whole job/ financial situation. I've had to really conserve my money and as a result have not been able to go out like I/ we used to...it really bugs.
Hopefully everything will stabilize within a week or so and things will get back to normal.
Love ya...and I totally miss you a lot!! A lot a lot a lot a lot!!
Oh, and today was most DEFINITELY NOT a circus day.
::sigh::
Dude...I haven't had a circus day in a LONGGGG time...