I feel like the coffee ring on your paper
The water spill on your essay
The wine stain on your counter
The things that you wish were gone
But stain
I feel like I stain you
Bringing you down
Your hands try to proclaim your love
You face tries to express it
But I can’t feel it
I feel the hatred I feel like I deserve
The cold of being alone in my mind
I feel like the coffee ring on your paper
So tell me, am I?