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Behind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.

Heat of the Shower

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by sophiarose718

by sophiarose718

my veins pop out of my skin from underneath the heat of the shower, as I bask in two mixtures of water

TEARS AND TAP WATER

my paper cuts burn from underneath the heat of the shower, the paper I used to write my apologies over and over that are for you

AND THEY WILL NEVER BE SENT

my skin wrinkles from underneath the heat of the shower, as I stand in the liquid for way too long to pity myself

EVEN THOUGH I SHOULDN'T

my music plays outside the curtain near the heat of the shower, sorrowful lyrics ringing in my ears

AND I SING ALONG

my soaps and shampoos lay scattered from underneath the heat of the shower, the price tags pealing

AND I DON'T BOTHER ABOUT THE MESS

my mirror fogs from the heat coming from underneath the heat of the shower, as I stare at my reflection blankly and draw shapes

LIKE IT WAS ALL MY FAULT

underneath the heat of the shower, my only pain comes from myself.