You are stained glass shards.
I am a sinner.
In time, I will pick you out of all the things we used to share.
In time, I will cover the wounds and sing the words of romance with some other unfortunate soul.
Forward will be my sole direction.
But not today.
Today I will grieve the lost chances.
I will weep inside and kiss the last embers that I've kept.
Please do not take them away from me.
Let me roll in them like how a pig rolls in it's own feces.
I am grateful.
I am sorry.
May your next lover find not a trace of my venom.
