I stepped on a plug
it left a **** in the
middle of my foot
and I saw your tattoo
for the first time but
kissed it, because I
thought that maybe
forgiveness should come
from the heart, where you
kiss scratches to make them
better then you shakily told
me you had another, on your
leg. I cannot kiss there, I thought
to myself but i started to cry
anyway because it feels as if
everyone has lied to me, as if
no one has ever told the truth
so I lament the things I have
believed