As the water burst forth from the showerhead,
washing the dirt from my body,
I thought of how dirty you made me feel,
and how I need to wash your filth off of my soul.
The smell of Irish Spring fills my nose,
eliminating most of the stench of your lies.
The oils on my skin slide away,
just like all of the "I love yous" and
"You're my everythings" that you gave to me.
The Head & Shoulders on my head and shoulders
washes away the grease and the image of
you and that bastard
fucking in the bed that we once shared.
Lather. Rinse.
Don't repeat the same mistake.
I stood under the water for a long while,
making sure it ran through
every part of my body.
And when I turned the water off,
and toweled myself down,
it's like you were never even there.
EDIT: Added the rating that mysteriously disappeared >.>
