For women who have trouble learning how to stop
sharpening their knuckle’s on the blade of a man’s body,
remember that he is not always the shooting star.
Sometimes he is the comet that was named after you
and will smash into earth destroying everything.
Maybe it’s time to stop being sentimental
about things like beer and one-night stands
and start remembering the nights that you
actually remember because you weren’t blacked out.
Self-forgiveness isn’t always about getting the tattoo
that will stay when no one else does;
sometimes it’s about getting the tattoo
that hurts the most to ink.