yesterday,
that's when it started. i said, i cannot hold myself together anymore and if i move i will probably turn into a pile of tears and dead skin cells on the floor.

today,
i took a shower so hot that it burnt my skin. i cried until i couldn't see and washed my skin with soap so i could maybe wash you out. i wept to you, a pile of dust at your feet. you walked around me to avoid cleaning.

tomorrow,
you will sweep me away. as i beg for your touch, so healing to me, you will sweep me into the trashcan. i am dirt in the middle of a landfill somewhere.