Permanant

A Poem by MaybeDreams37

Another stream of thoughts strung together through run-on sentences. It's what I do best...I hope.

I thought if I tattooed "strength" on my shoulder that I'd be able to carry this world with more ease, a bit more grace, a bit less doubt

I thought....maybe if I'm forced to be reminded daily of needles and sweat and air-balloon breathes that I controlled with every ounce of courage I could muster, maybe I'd be inspired to trudge through the rest of it with confidence and pride,

staring through Yesterday's eyes with a glare that blinds him just long enough for me to snatch the lesson and destroy the pin--picking and choosing what I get to take out of an experience,

Like a surgeon who takes out a barely beating heart and replaces it with another from a stranger but still leaves his patient with ability to love everyone who sat restless in the waiting room for hours upon stretched out hours with nothing but cold coffee and neon fish tanks to fuel their faith in the hands of a mortal.

I thought if I tattooed "strength" on my shoulder that you'd believe me when I told you I was incapable of falling in love,

That I don't want to

That I am all I need because that is how I define strength.

I thought I'd believe me and then...maybe I'd be able to love you anyway.

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I hope your lungs are virgin and remain that way until the day we first make love.

I hope my touch brands "Forever" into your back so that when we are apart, you still feel like I'm holding on to that moment we'll both label "Destiny".

I hope you feel us breathing when you close your eyes and see me dancing when you hear morning doves in the summer.

I hope my shoulders sink into the skyline, damp from your tears, and our blues become reds as "day" and "night" merge into "someday".