Bathtub Murmuring

It’s alright to fall, sometimes It’s okay to be lonely I tell myself this Easing into of bathtubs brewing with insecurity Bubbles erasing traces of sin Fortified between each strand of hair that he touched It stains the skin, Devotion No matter how I scrub, the pigment of distrust will never come out Puts these bruises on the heart Broken blood vessels accumulate on the bottom, haunting my thighs Links of trust defeated, leaving images on mirrors that shouldn’t be seen Dripping reminders of how I couldn’t get things Back to the way they used to be Perfumes and aromas lie to the reeking reality At times, water is conceived to be purity In tangible form, but what if it’s black and ugly, polluted with lost ideas of love Drunk by demons and spit out, too foul for the worst of them For what it’s worth, Please don’t lie to me, it clouds my mentality Baths like these deny me the right To necessity, cleansing my name and scouring out Heartaches, causing third degree blisters on the soul Comforting tears soothe this burning sensation, echoing In bathtub murmurs