Stained by You

I am tainted with your taste

and all the things you like.

So now that you are gone

you will still be in my life.

From the songs I keep humming

the words stuck in my head,

to books I just started

I may never know the end.

The drinks we sipped together,

ones I liked before you,

are bitter since you did

what I begged you not to.

You are worse than the stain on

my favorite sweater.

You are the memories

I don't want to remember.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Memories can be painful. Breakups can hurt like hell. The emotions can suffer and I felt that in this short poem. You conveyed your feelings well

Chris