You’re like blood
Running vertical down my arms
You’re like mud
Caked over hip bones
Swirling down the drain
With gurgles and moans
Whispering the ***** sins
That put you there
As I turn clockwise
In the shower
Letting the anxiety rise
Until it bubbles over
And washes away
Like an old lover.
Like you, down the drain.
No longer molding my body
Or kissing my mind.
But I know you’ll be back
Because you build up
Like dirt in my skin
Or blood in my veins
All the same, yet one of a kind.
Because there’s something
Awfully
Romantically
Addictive
About the slight of your hand
That lovingly cuts me open.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
You’re like blood
Running vertical down my arms
You’re like mud
Caked over hip bones
Swirling down the drain
With gurgles and moans
Whispering the ***** sins
That put you there
As I turn clockwise
In the shower
Letting the anxiety rise
Until it bubbles over
And washes away
Like an old lover.
Like you, down the drain.
No longer molding my body
Or kissing my mind.
But I know you’ll be back
Because you build up
Like dirt in my skin
Or blood in my veins
All the same, yet one of a kind.
Because there’s something
Awfully
Romantically
Addictive
About the slight of your hand
That lovingly cuts me open.
