The water in my faucet is red,
Because the pipes have began to rust.
I should've cleaned them out,
But the problem is I just..
I just couldn't return to the pipes because I always seemed to crave pb&j's when they'd come to mind and I quickly forgot about them.
I miss the once clear water,
I remember when it gained a tint.
I should've cleaned them then,
But I just didn't...
I didn't want the chemicals to touch my hands and make them feel the way hands do when they touch chemicals.
I should buy a new faucet,
One rust free, preferably matte.
It would fix all of my problems,
But the problem is that...
Is that it'd be a different faucet.
Last I checked the sink
Hadn't been full of water, overflowing
but now I see
the faucet is running because he left it on.
I dunno. This one is kinda vague.
The sound of a leaky faucet,
What, one may find annoying,
I find calming,
The pitter patter of rain on the roof,
The smell of oatmeal stuff,
The scratching of nails on the floor,
The sound of a sweet old dog snoring,
The sound of a pencil scratching on paper,
When the wind hits the house just right to make a calm wheezing whistle sound,
The creaking of old stairs,
Soft music echoing down the hall,
Of a leaky faucet...
memory of my childhood.
Every day I burn
In a shower of flame
One day I may learn
This hot water faucet game
The dripping echoes throughout the house
I am a broken faucet that screams
The water thrashes against the metal sink like a thunderstorm
Do not fix me
Do not call a plumber
I want to be heard
your love is toxic
my lungs collapsing
beneath the weight of such ugly feelings
so much like a rock
abrasive and heavy
are the words that spill from your mouth
like a faucet of filth
the pressure building
bright red blossoms
like a blow to the face
a leaky faucet that someone didn't quite finish closing off
a cry for help when the ties of the rope aren't tight enough to hold your weight in lies and sadness.
so a slow drip will suffice
but you'll wish to expedite this pain by drowning yourself
but someone didn't quite finish closing you off
so you'll die
drop by drop.
and you used to love the water
the way it was refreshing and cleansing
and reminded you of the feelings we had
I left you on edge
I left you unhinged
I left you not quite closed off
I left you loose and you still poured out for me
I left you with hope and you drip on...
dripping.. or a steady flow