White Out for a Black Ink Tattoo

When I inked the metaphorical promise of forever
into my skin, the idea that we might go
our separate ways never once occurred to me.

I have spent the last two years running
from this town, my family and just about everyone else;
but you.

You have never been terribly far from my thoughts,
the only other person who understood just what it was like
to be afraid of your own mind.

And then at some point, on a brief stint back home,
he happened to waltz into my life and home became two people.
No longer just you.

I've never been the best at balance;
pretending to be levelheaded was as good as it got
and I have some apologies to make for that.

But we're both stubborn
and apologies refuse to spill past pursed lips of
a person who's too busy riffling through desk drawers;
wondering if white out will cover up a black ink promise.