She does to me what winter does to the trees. She strips me bare, naked and empty. I laugh to myself, because... I can't sing, it's just... She makes me want to try and harmonize. Like... Like I've got no worries bothering me tomorrow. Like I've got no dirty clothes hamper full of yesterdays... Stinking up what future is left in me. But I... I really ain't no Saint. Never felt love's true bliss. A disciple of my father, I learned to love with clenched fists. I learned to love like reading braille on skin. Tracing the insecurities of women through the palms of their hands. But with her... It was different. See, she was in every single word I wrote. She walked a poet's refrain. Spoke a sweet soliloquy. But I recognize the lack of trust in my own heart. Because only a fool won't accept the nourishment that's right before their eyes. Instead he will starve. I look at her and every time she smiles, it reminds me of everything I stole from myself. Every joy... Every joy I never had the courage to taste. As you learn to love yourself better... Teach me. As you learn to forgive yourself for failing... Teach me. As you learn to accept strength and vulnerability... Teach me. Some days I miss the burn of a love lost. Or maybe... Just maybe. I never found true love. -love beats rhymes.
Beauty From Pain. One of my first tattoos. I’ve been wanting to open up to y’all more. Allow you guys to see more of who i am. Where i came from. What really makes me....ME! I just don’t want sympathy. So anyways I had a very painful childhood physically, mentally and emotionally. But i promised myself I’d use everything i go thru to help me grow! Hence the tattoo. (P.s. I’m all legs lol my torso is about an inch long like ferb from phineas and ferb)San Francisco, California