Like dark to light

Death to birth

Opposites are attached

Attached like the ink I put on my skin

One day I might draw you in

Memories.

They never fade.

The ink of your love will never go away.

Each touch of the needle

numbs the pain.

The day,

like a stroke of the gun, will never be the same

Masterpiece finished.

Feelings remain hidden.

Hidden until someone asks,

why did you get that tat?