I just want to write something
that echoes across your skin.
And shines so bright
that everyone calls their attention to you.
I want it to make you cry,
because you'll after all this time,
know how much you were treasured,
I want it to be the mirror that reflects how beautiful you are,
I want it to be what you rest your head on at night
and what you shield your heart with during the day,
I want it to be the anthem for all your rainy days,
I want you to be able to read it in
every cloud that passes you by,
I want it to encourage you to give chase
even through storms.
Because when I write it
I'll ink it on my back
and finally walk away knowing
no one will ever say Love better than that.
It will forever be how I exit your world.
The last thing you'll ever see of me will be
what I lived to show,
Love.
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