I have at last
scrubbed you away
with a scratchy sponge
and cheap girly soap
hope scented.
Now, I am alone
head above water
after discovering love
was not intended.
Many hours passed before
I quietly shut the door
leaving you lonely
just as I found you
just as I was too.
Now, the winter chill
bites and disturbs
my thoughts
but at least I’m able
to weather the storm
better than when you
placed a label
on my visible heart.
When night returns once more
you won’t unsettle my mood
I’ll be alive and know why
why I closed the door.
Scrubbed you away
along with hope
a constant dagger
at my throat.
burn baby burn