you've got me stained.
by jessica k. shannon
coffee and ink won't suffice;
the marks on my heart
aren't erasable.
they're insatiable.
i chose to believe,
you had a taste for caffeine,
and wrote with the same pen as my heart did.
under the surface,
i knew my thoughts were counterfeit.
carbonation and colored pencils are more your style.
but i tried to fit you; i vainly strove
to put the pieces of our puzzle
side by side. pieces that just don't belong.
yet i still like the taste of you;
in fact, you've got me stained.
stained so deep, i don't remember
what color i was when i began.
do you like me better this shade?
doesn't matter, however you view me
the hue of my heart stays the same.
1 comment:
"stained so deep, I don't remember / what color I was when I began"
My goodness! Your words have such a unique effect on my soul. I'm jealous of whoever the persona is addressing here--but furious at that person all the same.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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