You Are A Tattoo On My Waist

You are a tattoo on my waist,

A constant reminder of

What you did to me in haste.

You are a tumor in my brain,

Destroying me from inside.

I fight, but it’s all in vain.

You are a blade on my wrist,

Exposing my veins to air

In pursuit of violent tryst.

You are the gun in my hand,

Waiting to pull the trigger,

You won’t bury me in sand.

You are a tattoo on my waist

Being removed as we speak.

No room left for such a waste.

You are a tumor in my brain,

Withering away. I’m in

Remission, your remnants drain.

You are a blade on my wrist,

Thrown away like leftovers.

Scars stay, but you won’t be missed.

You are the gun in my hand,

I’ll never pull the trigger;

You won’t bury me in sand.