His Tattoo

I had read a poem a few weeks ago, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since. This piece was inspired by that.

His eyes are just like black ice; beautiful but deadly
And once they’re added to his smile they become a cursed medley.
He holds much more power in his hands than I’d foreseen.
He is a lit match, and my heart’s pumping gasoline.

Until last night I didn’t know the devil had a tattoo.
I guess until you’re up close enough it’s hard to get a good view.
I ran my fingers over the words; experienced and pained:
“The scars that hurt the most are those that we cannot explain.”

He took me into his solid arms, comfortable as stone.
I believed the lies he whispered ‘cause I was scared of being alone.
Never before have I wanted to so badly to take back what I’ve done,
Never before have I felt such a rush taking orders from someone.

Until last night I didn’t know the devil had a tattoo.
I guess until you’re up close enough it’s hard to get a good view.
I ran my fingers over the words; experienced and pained:
“The scars that hurt the most are those that we cannot explain.”

I promised him I wouldn’t shed a tear come parting day,
but the morning I woke up alone my eyes would not obey.
The angel on my shoulder tells me I’ve no one but me to blame
and the opposite shoulder is bare which only adds to my shame.  

Until last night I didn’t know the devil had a tattoo.
I guess until you’re up close enough it’s hard to get a good view.
I ran my fingers over the words; experienced and pained:
“The scars that hurt the most are those that we cannot explain.” 

Reviews

[streetrose]

I absolutely love this piece. The love and loneliness of the piece brought tears to my eyes. Your word choice, flow, and structure were flawless. This is a beautiful piece of literature, thank you so much for sharing

[Foster L]

Thank you so much! That really means a lot. :)