How do I get this stain out?
Out of the ground I walk on.
Out of my system.
Out of my life.
Ratio of three to one.
Three lines crossed against this one life.
Trust, dignity & truth versus everything I knew.
It’s soaked deep into the pores, into the very fabric of who I’ve become.
I don’t want this bloodstained floor you’ve walked all over to colour who I am.
You filled me with regret until I could take no more.
Hoping that no one would see, every time I dried my tears.
There is nothing left for you to take.
Nothing you can do.
I will remove this blemish, but first I have to get rid of you.
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