Like a Tattoo

love is despicably addictive. pain overly gratifying.
every second is perpetual. the needle wicked.
the memory of past loves, the tears of failed relationships
like a tattoo, it lives forever.
it burns. sometimes it stings. people are masochists.
love is the needle of endless pain and suffering.
yet no matter what we say about love;
like a cycle we enjoy every minute of it.
we bleed. we learn. we move on. then here we go again.
like a tattoo, those scars remain. but they are beautifully crafted.
why?
becasue we learn from them. we are never broken.
and the lines and swirls are just memories.
of what used to be - a beautiful love story.

they. them. we will always have them. tattooed forever in our hearts.