You ask me how I'm doing as if you don't already know the answer
As if you can't believe that I would shower myself with all the times you told me you loved me
The heat from your words steamed my mirror and relaxed every muscle in my body
All the dirt washed off under every drop of water that held a memory that made my heart pound with humanity instead of sorrow
You know how when you're done a hot shower you feel heavy?
Like the heat was too much, like maybe it should have been a normal shower?
And then I step out of the bathroom and the coldness of 'I regret meeting you' slapped me and froze me
After I got out of the shower, you have been nothing but cold
And I have been frozen by all the memories I held as truths
Don't ask me how I'm doing
When you already know
YOU ARE READING
Ineffable
PoetryA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...
