I turn the silvery nozzle,
Let the water fill the tub,
Slowly slipping in,
Letting the steam rise above

They say a hot bath cures all,
It relieves stress and pain,
As it washes over those who are tired, drained,

My physique is feeling fine,
But lately it's my mind that's been aching,
Doubts and frustrations,
Sweet apparitions that bear no fruits,
Fill my brain like a silencing mute

Sinking in, I let the bubbles sway and pop,
The refreshing dampness takes its course,
I try to relax and close my eyes,
While both the heat and darkness arise

But I struggle and cannot remain still,
As the gallons pour,
I reopen my eyes and realize,
That no amount of physical remedies,
Will ever take these thoughts of you away

No matter to which waters I may seek,
The sultry seas of the Mediterranean,
Or the holy healing powers of the Lourdes,
It presents no issue,
For there is no cure to wash astray,
Images of my dear in these upcoming days

A boat amid the ripples, drifting, rocking,
  Two idle people, without pause or aim;
While in the ominous west there gathers darkness
    Flushed with flame.

A haycock in a hayfield backing, lapping,
  Two drowsy people pillowed round about;
While in the ominous west across the darkness
    Flame leaps out.

Better a wrecked life than a life so aimless,
  Better a wrecked life than a life so soft;
The ominous west glooms thundering, with its fire
    Lit aloft.

I write these words cause honestly i'm lost

I don't know why there is this loss of direction

I don't know much but I know that when I was with you I at least had a reason to forget it and not feel it

because i'd write line after line knowing I was expressing my true feelings

how I couldn't find a word for a feeling that mean't more than love

but I felt it every time I held you close

I saw it sparkle in your eyes

I feel it's absence every time I see the things you left me

it makes me remember it all

all the night's we'd talk for hours

every hour I held you

the thousands of times I kissed you because once, twice, one hundred times wasn't enough

how our life seemed to be as perfect as something written by a poet (an actual good one not me)

now all there is is regret. because without you I remember how broken and alone I am

and it gives me to all the time in the world to think about my mistakes, once again.