Through many lifetimes I have known you
the signs and symbols are seared into the delicate
pores of my skin
I am done being robbed of your love for me
tired of fading to the back for the wrong person
to shine
You see...
My heart beats to sustain me and yet the flow
of life belongs to you...and the resistance of this angers me
from inside my glass house
When some people close their eyes they can see,
feel and breathe their loved one in as if they were
right there...with you and I we do this with eyes wide open
Our fire touches us in places we never knew existed
Our water has kissed our lips and saturated our souls
Our air has felt the heaves of our chests in peaking passion
Our earth is waiting to feel our foundations weight
Blending the you in I will remove the stories never written
from my skin
only then will you be able to write our own story
My skin...your ink
eternal
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
Through many lifetimes I have known you
the signs and symbols are seared into the delicate
pores of my skin
I am done being robbed of your love for me
tired of fading to the back for the wrong person
to shine
You see...
My heart beats to sustain me and yet the flow
of life belongs to you...and the resistance of this angers me
from inside my glass house
When some people close their eyes they can see,
feel and breathe their loved one in as if they were
right there...with you and I we do this with eyes wide open
Our fire touches us in places we never knew existed
Our water has kissed our lips and saturated our souls
Our air has felt the heaves of our chests in peaking passion
Our earth is waiting to feel our foundations weight
Blending the you in I will remove the stories never written
from my skin
only then will you be able to write our own story
My skin...your ink
eternal
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