My tattoo for you exists
As a reminder – once,
I loved you enough
To write it with infallible ink.
Once, I let rational thought escape my
Grasp and I dove headfirst into
Once, I was drunk on the highways your
Fingers opened up on my skin and
I was happy enough to ride them
Into oblivion, or at least
A pit-stop of longing.
Once, I loved you enough to
Excuse your actions.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Lessons in Self-Indulgence.”