Stained

Your lipstick stained my shirt.

My bitterness stained your soul.

It was never my intention

but it was your heart that I stole.

I should feel some remorse

or even a twinge of regret

but my favorite shirt was ruined

by your lipstick stain that set.

© Autumn Siders 2016

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