Shower

Hot water scalds my skin….

Contrasting viciously with

The shower walls so cold.


As I sink in on my self

Trying to let go.

Salty tears fall down like rain

Leaving track marks on my cheeks

But here I know I’m safe, because here no one can see.

     
     And yet I feel so vulnerable

With my hair dripping on my knees

Mascara running down my face

Ah! How old wounds can bleed

I guess honestly I miss you in a twisted kind of way

It was like an addiction.

     So much pleasure
          So much pain….

I wrap my arms around myself

As something within me dies

To the piece of me that loved you

I bid a bitter, sweet goodbye.


Sitting here on the shower floor

Hot water falling on my

I know I don’t love you anymore.

But still old wounds

Will ache sometimes

It’s better that the tears may fall

It’s part of letting go