It has to do with the first poem that I ever wrote, called “Paint a Heart and Call It Home.”
Ever since I had to move from my hometown several years ago, I have had a difficult time figuring where my home is. I was forced to leave all my closest friends behind and I gave my heart to a girl, Anna, that I trusted to take care of it. Because I left my heart behind, I never felt home unless I was with Anna. As many people know, she let me down, and no longer has my heart. So my tattoo serves as a reminder that I have possession of my own heart again, and that I don’t have to leave it behind anymore because the next time it goes with someone, I’m going with it.