stains

4/13/16

what I wouldn’t give to be able to simply throw you up over and over again until it’s like you were never here

I scratch compulsively at our tattoo praying the stain of our dying love disappears 

I pray to somehow be released from the eternal flame that is our love.

Our love, that in 5 words, went from the sweetest of gifts to the darkest of curses. 

I long for the sweet release of death to finally wipe the dirtied slate clean.