Clean

My skin reeks of you

Of your words

Of your lies

Of your unfinished sentences

My hair smells of partial stories

And the promise of sweet smells

My sweat pours out

Filled with aggravation

Tainted with hope unfulfilled

I am out of breath

From asking the same question o’er again

My mouth dry from asking why

Why did you do it

Why couldn’t you say it

Why did you not see…me

I want to be rid of this smell

I want no part of this filth

The dirty thoughts that used to entice

Only leave a sour taste in my mouth now

I want to be finished..

I want to be through

So I do what I have to do

I find..my strength.. as I always will

I will wash me

I will strip me of you

I will rid my soul of the hope of us

I will rinse off the start of you

I will close that door

I will be clean.

And I will start again.

©Lainey Starr 2010