We are kids.
I’m standing still, ambivalent.
Everything serves its purpose.
If I keep thinking about it this much, it will happen again.
It’s impulsive, a bad idea
And it makes me feel like something’s wrong, obviously it is.
But it is less damaging than so many other things.
So many other things.
It is really of little concern
And I’m ok for now because it still stings.
And if it wasn’t for the realisation that it is inappropriate,
If it was for my enjoyment I would have done my whole leg.
In work, I look forward to coming home to this.
But I know how it goes, I’m not ashamed
As things that are “wrong” are naturally more tempting
So I’m just going to say, it is what it is.
I’ve had enough of battling with myself, and with (the) others.
It’s not the end.
When did anything ever end?
It’s ongoing, but I’m not standing still.
A tattoo, to mark the moment, that you didn’t choose.
It’s just… Some moments choose you.