the face you made
when I first showed it you
is permanently etched into my brain
(much like the tattoo is in my skin)
your icy blue eyes widened,
your gaze flickering between my face
and the ink on my hip
you leaned down and rubbed at it
I winced and swatted your hand away
it was just done two hours ago
the pink skin was tender
you stood back up,
your lips pursed into a straight line,
you smacked the back of my head
"why would you do that?"
"I love you"
your face softened as you pulled the waistband on my shorts
down to examine the cursive writing closer
alyssa
YOU ARE READING
Up In Smoke
Poetry" she was nicotine, and I was addicted " *lower-case intentional*
