You may remove me from your mental health, you can even try to wipe away the stain my love has left all over your room and even your face. Yet, God himself couldn't remove our love for it was the kind of love that is written in ink the kind scribbled across hundreds of pages in lead. The kind burned into the minds of others, but these moments were burned into mine. And that is why are love is like the tattoo scrolled upon my upper thigh with the most steady of hands: because overtime It will fade but the original marking will forever be cursed there.