stained

Maybe I'm convinced that if we see each other, talk to each other, touch each other. I"m convinced that if all those things happen that we would fall all over again, small touches, intimate conversations about our expectations of life. Maybe it was those small conversations that make us fall so hard, baring our soul to someone else, sharing that story you never wanted to repeat because how can you forget about something if you keep being reminded about it? What if I never wanted to tell you my story and you never intended on telling me yours, would we have still fallen in love if we hadn't shared those talks? Even though we aren't together anymore I still love you, no matter how many times you've screwed me over I will always have a soft spot for you. It doesn't matter, it really doesn't but trust me darling I can't bare much more, I can't bare to watch you with her because it still hurts. My whole street is consumed with memories I have with you, walking outside is a struggle knowing that we won't ever roams those streets hand in hand again, remember the cemetery? It used to be my favorite place to go to when I needed to think, I haven't set foot in it since the day we last kissed there. You ruined all my favorite places, ruined them all with the memories stained across them. You have stained me with your perfume, your gaze, your breath oh for you have stained my existence with your own my love.