The truth about you

is that your pillow

has teardrop tattoos

that never quit burning

no matter how many times

they are inked into 

your skin


Those tattoos, darling

they never go away

every time you’re losing faith

or losing yourself

you’ll be reminded of that

dumb mistake you made


You will never look over

your shoulder blade again

because you don’t need to see that

you don’t need to be reminded of the story 

behind that tramp stamp

that you so ashamedly try to cover


The truth about you is

you are your past

                 and your present

                 and your future


people will only 

judge you

on the state of your pillow

so don’t let too many men

into your bed

unless you are willing to get 

a few more tattoos.

The End

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