your words stained my
as well as tomato sauce has the table…
you usually just wash that away
moving on with your life.
this time the problem isn't as easy
as dry paper towels on ceramic tiles.
your words are running through the veins
of my (broken) heart and splashing like blood
all over my tear-stained pillow.
too bad the napkins can't wipe up the
that spilled from your mouth.
i wish that life
school drama, house fights, broken relationships
could be cleaned up that easily.