Chapter 4: Stained Kisses

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Stained kisses are left on my skin like permanent marker I can't erase,

 

just like the tracings on my collarbone your fingers once drew.

Oh how I wish I could erase them. I wish I could wipe my memory clean of all the times

I looked into your eyes and I knew I loved you. But no matter what I do, I can't seem to forget you.

My fingers ponder my own skin pretending they're yours,

but it only makes it worse. The constant reminder that you're no longer there.

I often look in between my fingers, gazing at the now empty space your fingers once occupied. Sometimes I think if I hold my own hand, pretending it's yours will help, but it never does.

I stay up late every night, hoping that maybe you'll find your way back.

That maybe you'll realize that your choice to move on and leave me behind was a mistake.

But just like every night, I'm disappointed. Getting my hopes up once again.

Maybe one day I'll finally understand that you no longer feel the urge for me to satisfy

your need of love. But what you don't know is I need you.

What you don't know is that the thought of seeing you still makes my heart smile.

And as my memory regains place in its right mind, I remember that you no longer feel the same.

I've told people I've moved on. But in all honesty, it's a pretty white lie.

It's day 428 without you and I still can't function properly without missing your presence.

You're constantly on my mind and sometimes the pain is too much to bear.

I've tried moving on. I've tried having people taking your place where your lips once were.

People have slipped their hand were yours once was, trying to fill the void it holds.

People have left their stains of kisses, but theirs are long gone.

Yours still linger as I trace my skin, feeling the goosebumps you used to leave.

Stained kisses are left on my skin like permanent marker I can't erase, just like the tracings on my  Collarbone your fingers once drew. Oh, how I wish I could erase them.

 


Submitted: April 25, 2016

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