Somewhere In Life Is Love

Ink

Love is a tattoo
Cut into your spirit and raising the flesh
Marking the skin for the world to see what love has done to you
Forever
Like a tattoo
Wearing you eternally like eye color
Never changing
The pain seeping deep into the core
Screaming internally for someone to soothe this burning
Yearning for relief like a migraine after street sirens
I hope I have room on my body for you
I hope I have enough canvas to paint a new love
Because I am addicted to the pain of beauty
I forget about the others and they fade with my age
But never go away
And I remember the price I paid and wonder if they are truly worth it
Because playing it safe leaves you unscathed and intact
Without spot or wrinkle
And yet stories of long hours in agony
Bones broken and bruised
Blood shed for an idea that holds no tangibility
All because love has to get deep inside of you
For you to appreciate what you endured for its creation
A gallery of past emotional scarring
Can u understand the deeper meanings of my soul
My inner turmoil manifesting on my milenin
To cover the insecurities lacerated deeply
Remnants of my night stalking, boastfully becoming something unworthy of tribal markings
The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr
Either way it dries and becomes a part of you
Carried forever until that too fades into what is beyond its limit
When I am covered from head to foot
Where can I put you
If I had it my way
My body will be the mural on the wall of the tenement housing
And you its sole occupant
Meaning I could evict everyone but you and let your creativity run wild on my spirit
But then you will be cutting too deep
And ink is still poisonous to our bodily systems
Funny how something that can kill
Becomes the pride that marks your willingness to live and let live
But each has its own testimony
And we hope that our union in aesthetic matrimony
Will make me love you enough to not forget you can fade away
But we all fade away
And we all will die one day
And six feet under you will not exist if light does not shine through
Pain begets misery
Misery creates memory
And that’s how I find myself remembering
My beautiful love tattoos


To understand my words, you must understand my mind. To understand my mind, you must first understand my words. Balik737