Tattoos short poem

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You crawled under my skin
Like a needle for a tetanus shot
But who knew
That that needle would turn into a blade
Causing me to be
You changed me for the better
Until you became
the worst thought inside my head
You made me feel at home
Before you became
Just that house with the sold sign
You were my escape
Until you became that dead end
But funny thing is
I didn’t realize that that dead end seemed to matter
There was no place to turn around
There I was
Trapped under your skin
Feeling like I had no control
And I didn’t
You controlled me
And I let you
But then you were not
Just under my skin
You were in my blood stream
Trying your hardest to stop it
You made me bleed
Out of the same wounds you gave me a year ago
Those knives are still there
But as an image over the wounds
That is the story
Behind these tattoos.

Poet’s Note:
I see tattoos as stories. It may be a tattoo that someone got while they were drunk or a tattoo that shows their darkest secrets. That is what this poem is about, the story that could be behind any tattoo.

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A tale hidden in a tattoo! New thought to explore:)