You left.
I stood in the shower,
Scrubbing my body clean,
Trying to erase the scent of you.
If I could,
I would peel away this skin,
Push aside these bones,
And pick out the pieces of your soul
You tried to entwine with mine—
Wrap them in a package
And mail it to you
Some day you least expect.
You appear some nights in my dreams,
But the nightmares come
When the daylight shines brightest.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
You left.
I stood in the shower,
Scrubbing my body clean,
Trying to erase the scent of you.
If I could,
I would peel away this skin,
Push aside these bones,
And pick out the pieces of your soul
You tried to entwine with mine—
Wrap them in a package
And mail it to you
Some day you least expect.
You appear some nights in my dreams,
But the nightmares come
When the daylight shines brightest.
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