Hugging my knees on the shower floor,I watch as the water trickles down my skin,
Leaving behind lines of scorching red.
I breathe in, I breathe out.
I try my hardest to adjust to the temperature.
To adjust to the pain.
I think to myself,
Why don't you just make the water cooler?
Why are you letting yourself get burned?
I guess it's just in my nature.
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He Loves Me Not - Poetry
PoetryFor those who, like me, have fallen for someone they can never have. [Poetry about Unrequited Love]