Tattooed Heart

Tattooed tears rest on my heart,
distinguish a pulse and its skin apart.
Dry and stain as you age then to fade,
shade in the lines and crevice you've made.
Relief for the eyes I forbid you to be,
so puddle the soul, where no one can see.
Thicken the fortress and skin of the veins,
for too well I know, you'll besiege me again.
But meekly I posses the endurance I'll need,
to extinguish your fire, to poison the weed,
though easy a task I'm assured it is not,
to relieve all the aching, to diminish the clot.
But when I leave my heart, over worn, and tattooed
marked by tears I left uncried and unviewed,
It'll stil be beating ever steady, ever true
Waiting for me to come home overdue.
Home to color the tears over with bliss,
home at last to make honest art out of this.