Stained Memory

Drip

Drip

Drip

Splat!

Yet another stained memory you stabbed in my mind.

Do you know what you do,

when you do this to me?

Over and over,

it's always the same.

Do you even think before you yell,

or act upon impulse?

Why is it always me,

and never the other girl who gets the second degree?

Day after day,

week following week,

and year after year;

are those stained memories ever going to leave?

How could they just relinquish,

when you repay old ones with new ones?

The memories will pierce me,

until they day that I perish.

Let me leave you with this;

do you know what you do,

when you do this to me?

The aching heart,

the cursed memories in my head;

is nothing but hurt and guilt I should not have.

Time may only utter,

what wrong you do me next,

but then...

Drip

Drip

Drip Splat!

More stained memories you stab into my mind.

-AJ