He’ll Know What to do When He Sees My Lip Tat

A lip tattoo is almost always the -- best -- worst decision you could make

Fading into your Flesh like a

                                                                                                           message to your inside's

Biting on the blood -- you Started

falling Asleep too fast to the sound of all your parent's disappointment

 

We don't ask for much.

 

The yellow gunk in your eyes is a Sign you've

          been sleeping

off all the horrible decisions you made at 5pm on a Monday.

 

I don't ask for much.

 

It's like the ultimate choice to ruin Your body, our body, the body

Is akin to ending all the love in your life

Turning off the light switch. Always.

closing the book as if the last page wasn't the worst thing you've read

 

She didn't ask for much.

 

Maybe a few drinks and to Dye in my shower

Maybe she wanted to know how far the walk was

                                                             She'd ask

"You said five, is it still five? Or have we moved past that?"

 

They don't ask for much.

 

Your parent's earnest Look in their texts as you explain why you

NEED

Another 10,

                 20,

                 100,
 
                 1000 dollars

Like you couldn't make them any sadder with a phone Call that you just couldn't get to work Today

 

No one askes for much.

 

Nights are never longer than after you realize you shouldn't be sleeping alone.

Maybe,        I'll stop asking.