PERMANENT

(warning: permanent. the successful removal of ink stains differs from case to case because of the many types of fabrics, colours, inks and time elapsed before stain removal. If you wait eight years it is highly likely the stain will not come out)

   

Tattoos were forbidden so i planted my body into canvas

forced myself into art, with a thick black sharpie

and the trick is simple : If you layer it enough times you won't see a scar anymore.

(i always thought you were art anyways)

Once we were young and sticky and full of disaster 

It wasn't as much hope as it was desperation

as it was a middle finger raised in the air.

fuck authority.

fuck rules.

and i used my fist to try and blur the lines but you used your spit to erase it entirely.

it wasn't as much hope as it was a promise.

wolf teeth they said, they were two flip sides of a coin, so we proved them both right and wrong.

bore the ink poisoning to the world.

crushed limbs and forced it into being.

renewed vows every February.

sometimes when i think everything is fucked up i remember two fourteen years olds in a dandelion patch.

a steel grip with bloody knuckles.

I was never good at letting go and you caught on early.

we were fifteen when you told me about soulmates and i think i always knew then, already.

I think you did too.