the falling water
left bruises on my skin
along my legs and my back
and everywhere else you touched me.
so I scrubbed myself with soap
hoping that if I tried hard enough
I’d wash away every time
you had called me darling.
I let the steam rolling off of cold tiles
cloud my brain until I couldn’t feel
so that when I told you I couldn’t handle it
I was numb to all the tears.
and I discovered my skin was too fragile
for the roughness of a towel
because you had softened it
with years of compliments.
I guess all it took was one grand gesture
because we didn’t even know each other
but I fell into an abyss
and I started