Tattoos..

I hide under layers,
the ones that are ugly,
and leave some,
for the world to see.

A few that were whims,
Some that I did want,

Now all of them mistakes,

that just continue to haunt

The pain only comes
when I look at them as slurs,
and scratch at these impressions,
hoping that they blur.

I hope that time,
will fade at least a few,
or that these old ones,
will be covered by some new.

But they left a mark,
those moments with you,
Etched on my skin,
Like a tattoo.

Fractions..

You & me,
are just fractions,
Sometimes improper,
and irrational occasionally.

Always noticing
and reacting only to,
the signs between us,
Cross out some complexities,
or focus,
on our differences,
that leave us with,
less than what each of us was.

We'll continue being parts,
or whole but never more,
unless in our base
natures, we try finding,
those commonalities,
that help us add up,
& be both complete & more.