stains

There’s so many stains on my floor From your cat’s To the bleach That spilled on the floor I wonder if the Scent of my room Had changed From the very presence Of you & not in a good Way either Might as well Dismiss the Rest of the Trauma because Living with you Felt like my all time Low. I feel as though I can’t recover From living in that Filth It has traumatized me Left a stain That was molding Left a hole Never to be filled again Can never recover from To go back to My high Standards Of messy Your filth Has plagued Me Left me Feeling broken My feelings Of never Being enough Amplify through The streets Never to Return Or be rebuilt Again No amount of Cleaning Would do the Job The stains are There Permanently Staring back At me Consistently Reminding me Of the mistakes That I can’t Take back That followed suit To loving you