Sunday, April 28, 2013

Coming Clean

My heart is stained
by your smile
and I can't seem
to rid myself of it. 

I could try Pine Sol,
bleach, acid or fire
to burn it clean,
get the stink off me
but that would kill me too.

Sometimes it feels
like I can't live like this - 
without you,
without this want
for you
that's been one-sided
for so long. 

But I have to,
carry the stain of you
until my breath leaves me
for the last time. 

If only I could have
stained you too.

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