I scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub
But your touch is etched into my hips
The taste of your breath fresh on my lips
The sound of your voice haunts my dreams
I scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and
My skin is red and tight and sore as water dribbles down every crevice
Attempting to wash you away
You took what was mine
As if it were your birthright
No hesitation
You bruised my body and shattered my mind
I scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and
The soap burns my side
My hips
My chest
The water runs cold
Teeth chattering as it rains down like glass onto me
I scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and
I can't stop
Not until his fingerprints are ripped from my skin
Not until I can close my eyes and not see him
Not until I until my shaking stops
Not until
Not until
Not until
Not until
Not until
And then
I will
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
