He’s not supposed to touch me.
I’m definitely not supposed to want him.
But rules blur when a broody, inked inmate looks at you
like you’re his salvation.
I’m the sunshine counselor that sees the good in him.
He’s the tattooed ex-con with a shady past.
We had one night the night before he walked free and
I told myself it was over.
But he watches me when I leave work.
He protects me from a distance.
He tells me we’re wrong together…
But he keeps coming back.
And when I show up at his door, desperate for answers,
he finally stops running.
He puts his mark on me the only way he knows...
He’s not supposed to touch me.
I’m definitely not supposed to want him.
But rules blur when a broody, inked inmate looks at you
like you’re his salvation.
I’m the sunshine counselor that sees the good in him.
He’s the tattooed ex-con with a shady past.
We had one night the night before he walked free and
I told myself it was over.
But he watches me when I leave work.
He protects me from a distance.
He tells me we’re wrong together…
But he keeps coming back.
And when I show up at his door, desperate for answers,
he finally stops running.
He puts his mark on me the only way he knows how.
Ink on skin
Heat in every stroke.
A secret tattoo that says what neither of us can.
We don’t make sense.
We don’t fit.
But somehow… I already belong to him.
