THE SAME TATTOOS

I was born in the same town as you.

 [bad word]  I even think we have the same tattoos.

My mother hates it when I smile and she see you,
 [bad word] through me like a sun shines through thin glass.

It's not like you were really gone, but you were.

I never felt love.

My uncle gave me on the day that I turned 13, a black box

that said [bad word] and scratched.

It was full of memories and memorabilia and a necklace with

a saint I wore in class.

It's not like you were really gone, but you were.

I never felt love.