Cards

The beat
of
a base
fuels the
fire

inside my
heart.

Open
up.

Did you
write
me
a

Valentine's
Day

card?

I
wrote
you .

Let
me
know
when
you are

finally
finished.

Let
it all
fall.

Break.
Find yourself

up against a
wall.

 Lights
dazzle
me
as the razor
does

too.


When your
thoughts

become less
about
him

and more about

you

that's when
you'll
know

a little
of
what

I've
been
through.

But
for now,

Thoughts
are
becoming

less about
me

and
more

about

you.

Map of Me

I have tattoos on my feet.
They are tiny, and raw.
They have little hearts on them.
They are love kisses from all the times I have danced.

I have tattoos on my calves.
They are wings.
They symbolize all the running I have done;
Running away from all my fears.

I have tattoos between my legs.
They are scars done by me.
And you.
But hey, let's not point fingers.

We can bullshit and call it a tattoo.

I have tattoos on my hips.
They are paw prints along my side.
They are for my father..
He always taught me to be wild and free.

I have tattoos on my wrists.
They are from my not-so-forgotten past.
No need to explain.
 I should have known that not all relationships last.

I have tattoos on my neck.
They are faded hickeys and bite marks from when my lovers got rough.
They are hidden pretty well I might add.
I only hope God doesn't see.

There are tattoos on my soul.
They spilled out from my eyes.
They complete the map of me.
Sometimes they stain on my face as tear drops.

My soul may seem broken but,
These tattoos make me whole.