Things I’ve written on my body tonight with a permanent marker. Each “stanza” is a separate thought. Cliche, but thought either way:

LOVE LASTS.
SOMETIMES IT’S FOREVER.

tears i could
cry would
possibly
not bring you
back.

Maybe it’s love.
And maybe it isn’t.

PUSH.

even forgotten
love sometimes
rises from the
ashes.

Oxygen + breathing = life = you + me.

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