Foreign fingers 

His fingers felt different
foreign

while they traced my skin

lightly, carefully

almost like yours used to

and his lips were a different kind of soft-          as if he was scared                                                 that my dry ones may crumble and break?

his arms wrapped around me securely and 

I was still numb, but I wasn’t thinking of you 

it was only when I allowed someone else to take me to galaxies once familiar to you and i

to let inside my world and see the constellations made up on my freckled body,
when I realized that my world doesn’t orbit around you

First Ink-

We learn, grow and heal fom our different experiences. That is one thing I have been trying to understand now more than ever. Something I have been anticipating for years now has been my very first tattoo. What would I get? Why would I get it? And where would I place it? Now i’ve never been one to believe that every tattoo must have a meaning, but for however long I can remember flowers have been so so important to me. Flowers symbolize growth. They grow big and tall, sometimes wilt because they’re not properly taken care of, much like us, but they grow beautiful again. They leave seeds here and there and allow more and more growth among the fields and garden around them. They never truly stop growing, and neither do we.. 

So never stop growing and loving and sharing that growth and love with others. 

I’ve grown and i’m still growing.