The bath water burned
my outer surface.
I think it was the first time I felt something
in a long time.

I held myself underwater,
but the tear stains didn't wash away.
They seemed to sink a little deeper into me,
as I sunk a little deeper into the water.

(Even without the water,
I'm already in over my head.)

With nights like these,
heartbreak becomes my closest companion.

So I'll continue to stare at the ceiling
through swollen eyes,
and pretend I know what it's like
to feel something
(other than pain).