Shower the Hurt

Tried to shower him off my heart with bleach an wash him down the drain along with my worries. Comet tastes good when he no longer lingers on my skin. Salty tears mix with water an he won't notice the difference with my empty eyes. His tears are made of plastic and his heart is made of elastic. He can't clean my feelings when he's best at pouring salt on all my wounds, but the pain is worth it as long as he's no longer on my skin. Showering the hurt an watch the pain slide down the holes in the floor. I hope he ends up in the Atlantic Ocean because, I want those ice cold waters to freeze him till his heart can't take it anymore. Dry my skin and pretend I never ached.