Don’t pretend to not realize that:
I’ll always love you like a blaze loves wood,
You’ll always be a stain on my chest like blood on white wool.

Your stain will always be a reminder of the beauty found in a void,
The grace of shadows dancing in the moonlight with passion and poise.

Your stain is one I tried to erase, even if I wanted you to stay.
Yet I keep finding myself leaving out the very thing that would clear you away.

The reason I call you a stain because you left a cut so deep, I can’t clean the remnants to this day.

© Grinchy