Inked.

Put your head into the water

to wash the ink off from your painted face

Perhaps such action was too drastic

Perhaps I could have been more tactful

Still, none of your hurts could be erased

And you thought I was drowning you

But staying by your side

is drowning me inside

So go away

Believe I was here to kill

And live with those inked memories

Rejections, ideologies and unsaid apologies

all of your life.