Last night I had a metal bar placed, marring my body. Maybe I did it for me, but I think I did it for you. To make me disgusting so that I wouldn't ever think of you wanting to touch me again. Or maybe its because I needed the pain to snap me out of this invisable circus I've been continously attending. Now I am not the girl you knew, I am different. I did something stupid, careless and senseless. All of which you never wanted me to be. Did I tell you that I got my third tattoo last month? For some reason it helps me to do things that I know will have terrible retributions. I'm not sure why. Okay, you just called. I told you about my new affliction. And you think its sexy. I guess I'll have to take the next step. What can I do next?Birth sign: Not entered
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