Stain

him

To her I am nothing more than a stain

An irremovable pain

when the thought of me breathes, it fucking reeks

as bad as my drunken vomit on her sheets

imprinted myself on her spine

tarnished her favorite blouse with the cheapest of red wine

a blotch incapable of being itched on her mind

when I was once one of a kind

I am now

one of her stains

her

i erase you because my paper is too valuable

to have this useless portion.

My pencil pivots with caution,

while i wish it were a bold ink pen.

so that way instead of erasing

i could just scribble on top of you

oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you.

you selfish sack of shit.