I don’t want to face
the mess I’ve made-
don’t make me claim it
The writing, now,
so soft, pure,
and faded
I don’t want to face
the bed I’ve made-
don’t lie me in it
The linens, once
so gentle and warm
now desecrated
I don’t want to face
the pain again-
don’t hurt me
My skin, once
untouched and clean,
now *****
I don’t want to face it
I don’t want to face it
Don’t let it in