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love and pain it's all the same

I'm sorry I spilled your love,

I promise to clean it up.

I'll take your pain and scoop it out, drinking it down like a cool glass of wine.

A flesh wound gone sour and rancid,

The tests of time scrubbing the mess and patching it with bandaids.

Do you still notice the scar or has the time for noticing passed?

The guilt mixed with regret, what more could I have done?

The list seems endless as I stare at the flesh of my future,

Noticing with disdain that your favorite spot has been cleared out and filled with storage like you were never there at all.

The best girl in the world reduced to a cold slab of table, the hands of a stranger being the last ones to hold you as you took your final breath...

A crime I'll never recover from but neither will you. (If I could take it back, I would a thousand times over!)

How desperately I wish I could mend what needs mending and fix what needs fixing;

I'm so, so stupid.

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