I.

we wash away the filth

throw away what is broken

and buy comfort.

we call it living.

II.

after the rape i found myself laying in my tub

with the hot water running, mountains of foam

mounted on my body.

i tried to cleanse the bleeding,

rub away the dirty finger marks from his hands on my body

regaining my pureness,

telling myself i am not dirty.

III.

i left you

like old shoes on phone lines.

like the abandoned dog with no master on a road

to nowhere.

i disposed of your love like empty ink cartiladges, these words were typed

too careless, my love

stopped printing messages.

i told you it wasn’t you but me,

it was you.

IV.

i don’t eat for days.

i can sleep three hours every day for six days straight

before i start feeling drunk off no sleep.

i buy these pink little bunny tablets

i buy love on a silver platter served side by side

an empty beer bottle and the crackers

and i like to think i know what i am talking about

half the time, i don’t

V.

i call it living and my doctor calls it dying, others call it talent.

(Source: selfish-desires)