How many times have I tried to stand in you?
Yet, I crumbled to the floor
The comfort of the warm water
On my cracking and aching skin
As I look up the water droplets constellate
They gather a hurry to my comfort
They are your tears
But are they out of pity?
Are they out of love?
Out of understanding?
Why do you cry and comfort me?
Maybe it’s because I need you too
I lay on the floor and watch you cry for me
I think you cry so that your tears mask mine
Your tears mend with mine and show me how sorrows swirl down the drain
I would hate to dwell in that sewer of despair
Maybe you cry because you have seen my tears mingle with metal
Which mingles with blood
You are the only one who sees this part of me
You see me at my most invaluable
My naked body sticking to my filth on the floor
My hair floating
While I dip my head underwater to block out the screeching
I must look so peaceful laying there
Do you know that I think of holding my head under your water?
Simply to silence these thoughts?
You may not know my thoughts, but you see my grief
Pouring out of me like your head
I think you cry for me because you understand what it’s like to hold back tears
When others turn you off
Cry no more.