How comforting bathroom tiles can be,
When my tears need a place to sleep.
This quiet brings me solace,
As my palms press against the ground.
All I can focus on is my breath,
Heaving in harmony as tears splash down.
I can feel my chest quivering,
Heart aching out of my breast.
But my swollen eyes,
Only want to rest.
So I count the seconds,
Between falling tears filling up this space.
It's late now, my tears are tired,
Bathroom tiles feel like my only escape.