I tempt heartbreak. I taunt it. Dare it to do it's unmitigated worse to my heart. I guess I'm curious about the degree of hurt I can take. That is until pain wins. What am I trying to prove? That I can handle it? That no matter the hurt or harm I can heal?
I'm plotting my next two tattoos. I heard Kelly Rowland say in an interview that she only meant to get one tattoo. After her first she quickly accumulated a total of three. She said,"I think, subconsciously, it's my way of saying I can stand the pain."
Believing I wouldn't have the desire if it weren't for me to have to begin with is my affliction. I don't believe that a gift is brought to me to not be thoroughly enjoyed. When I said the risk is worth it I meant it...and...I believe it...with my whole heart.
Waiting...
