☆ ur heart tatt done in red ink

(revised in red) I could write lines about how I feel fate planned to bind us all along.

I was wrong , the constellations played no part in how we tied. Never meant to align always fated to part.

For our paths to cross and tangle yet never sever but there’s no words that can describe what we have nor how knotting had always been inevitable. 

Stars are luminous, they burn bright unlike what we had and we can’t cast blame unto them for how our love came to an end.

I can’t stand most of anything but you seem to see the light in all I do. You lack what’s mine but you bring what I crave within so our souls combine just fine. 

It must’ve been our signs is what comes out of my mouth when someone asks what led to our demise. I’ll hold every one of your betrayals and lies inside me in hopes none catch on to the fact water and earth signs were made for one another. 

I prefer everything devoted of color but a crimson trace marks our love that can’t be erased. 

I’ll stay silent, swallow the words that paint the truth of your actions.

The ink on the spot behind your ear , the one you like when I kiss, now holds a memory of me to keep.  

no ink can pierce the depths of the heart. my lips weren’t the only ones that graced your skin but you’ll never feel mine again. A permanent symbol that marked our love will gradually continue to fade but no touch up will be needed for what’s dead.