Bathtub Murmuring
It’s alright to fall, sometimes
It’s okay to be lonely
I tell myself this
Easing into of bathtubs brewing with insecurity
Bubbles erasing traces of sin
Fortified between each strand of hair that he touched
It stains the skin, Devotion
No matter how I scrub, the pigment of distrust will never come out
Puts these bruises on the heart
Broken blood vessels accumulate on the bottom, haunting my thighs
Links of trust defeated, leaving images on mirrors that shouldn’t be seen
Dripping reminders of how I couldn’t get things
Back to the way they used to be
Perfumes and aromas lie to the reeking reality
At times, water is conceived to be purity
In tangible form, but what if
it’s black and ugly, polluted with lost ideas of love
Drunk by demons and spit out, too foul for the worst of them
For what it’s worth,
Please don’t lie to me, it clouds my mentality
Baths like these deny me the
right
To necessity, cleansing my name and scouring out
Heartaches, causing third degree blisters on the soul
Comforting tears soothe this burning sensation, echoing
In bathtub murmurs
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