Resolution
In a blue sweater and shoes that don't fit
You wait so long to kiss me

My perception of tattoos was conceived
When I was very small
My mother hated them
But she loved the temporary kind left on her arms
Red blue and purple
Her favorite colors
She painted the walls in our home the same
So she could feel him in ever room

So when you look at your own
I wonder if you think of it that way
Does it hurt still

Tenacious and obligated laughter filled the room
Our eyes were burning
Obligation to listen
Obligation to say something
But did you feel obligated to touch my arm
When you did
I don't know

I don't know what I'm doing
Touch me and you sink
That's how it should be
If mother was water then I am an iceburg
No one with sip me up or use me to feel clean
I will wreck ships

But then you kissed my neck
How could you know to kiss me right there
Monochromatic oceans flooded my vision
When you did

Conflict and resolution
Conflict burning
And resolution