Sunday, April 8, 2012

Dear Tattoos

Yes, I like you.

I don't understand you. You spin around in my brain constantly. I check things more than I ought due to you.
I assume it's like.
Maybe I'm just confused. Maybe it's a riddle that I Must Solve.
Maybe I like you.

We're like wolves. We circle each other. We keep circling and growling and parting and sniffing. We might either fall together or pull far apart. I can't decide if I crave the push and pull or I hate it.

I won't ever take you seriously.

But, yes. I think I like you.
I wish you would write me right now, because it's often agony to wait.

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