Hear her, know her.

He's like a tattoo and her arms seek permanent ink.

She needs him inside her bed like she needs a bullet to her head.

He's like a tattoo, a perfect shade of blue. A perfect shade of him, a permanent tattoo.

Legs are numb, tongue swelled up. She heard it cuts, she hates his guts.

Everyday since then he's been scared, but she wouldn't have it any other way. So unprepared, and she didn't get the chance to say.

Her heart, his home.

Her life, he's gone.

His room, her legs.

His tongue, her face.

He's like a tattoo, a perfect shade of blue.

She traced her finger up his arm, writes her name next to the scars. All alone in the dark, she will always fall.

Her arms seek permanent ink.

But he fades just like a tattoo.