I am the impulsive tattoo you get late at night
That stings you in the morning.
I am the third ear piercing
Which you get without a thought.
I am the crisp wind on a cold day
Biting your cheeks as you smile at the winter sun.
I am my mother's cigarette butts,
Extinguished, one by one.
I am in the laughter of my friends,
Slightly bitter, stained with adolescence.
I am the music that kills my eardrums
But keeps my heart beating.
I am alive in the wonder of every experience I've had
And for the wonder of those to come.
I am the words that everyone forgets to say,
Becoming less important with time.
I am the thoughts you never want to share,
Shameless and uncensored.
I am the never ending nights,
A cup of coffee for the empty spaces.
I am between the lines of this poem,
If I'm lost, you'll find me there
For I am simply an afterthought.