SOL: Closure

I want a tattoo of
The first time we drank coffee
Haphazardly wrapped in sheets
Eyes bedded and hair wet
I want the word honey to be
Engraved on my arm
I want it to hurt
I hope the next man licks it off my skin and
Foolishly tells me how sweet I taste
Smiling back memories, collecting regret
Like daises by the fistful
I promised to be good and I meant it
Swore up and down I wouldn’t leave with
Fingers crossed, the same hand I used
To wave goodbye, I think you love it
I would have dragged you down forever, if you’d let me

3AM Thoughts // AKA “You Were Trying to Be The Whole Book, But You Were Only A Chapter.”

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