As Seen On The Bathroom Wall

No, you can't take it back
What you said to me
There's more that you have done
that can be erased with
I'm Sorry
Your voice is ringing in my ears
but all I feel is the sting
of what I'm listening
to

No, you can't make it up
to me with
Flowers and tries of prose
I'm not that easily swayed
on it
Your face is centered in on mine
but all I taste is bitter truth
of hurt coming through
you

You can walk away and run away
and fly away and stalk away
and write away
and while away
but your words they stay
and the stain remains