Tainted Memories

We were built on tainted memories,

Starlight stained with stolen kisses,

And I thought the cuts

Didn’t run too deep,

But there was so much I didn’t see.


Like how the moonbeams

Didn’t seem to illuminate

The darkness between us,

And the millions of questions

We didn’t want to answer.


Or the blood

Dripping from my chest

Onto the white rose

That once represented

My innocence and purity,

And painting it red

With the color of sin.


And now I know

That there is no way

To wash away the marks

We have carved into stone,

So the only thing we can do

Is say goodbye.


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