She wanted to remain pure,
She had toyed with getting a tattoo
but realised it wasn’t
But she was in need of validation.
Was she past her peak? She’s still cool right?
The needle stuck into her skin like the scent of an old lover. It left a fizzy sensation behind.
The ink spread.
She kept poking,
stick n poking.
What emerged was a star.
strained by Tar,
her sparkle faded.
My experience of doing a stick n poke tattoo of a star on myself. My thoughts on my first tattoo. I called my star tattoo Tar.
It was a lonesome and cold love
A heartless love
A painful love
A love that wasn’t love
A forbidden lust disguised as “love”
And like love it was strong and powerful
It moved my emotions
It moved my thoughts
It altered my views
It changed my ways
And it made me miserable
It made me long for something unreachable
Unattainable but felt like it was already at my fingertips; although never closer. Never further.
The fear of moving away from it
Kept me holding on
A battle never to win always to lose
Like a soldier I fought and I continued
Just to learn
That I was not supposed to be a soldier
It was not my battle
I bled for nothing
I fought for nothing
Lies laid there like dust never to be cleaned
Slowly did I learn
I had to let go
Let go and move on
But how do I?
Teach me to be as heartless
Teach me how not to crumble
Teach me something I already know at heart but refuse to accept
Stop coming back
Stop leading me
Leave your dust and do not come back to whirl it around the room again
Just let me let go
— The End —