Wash the sin in the bathroom sink,

The dread is spreading, just pretend it's red ink.

Remaining still in bed for days,

Counting plastic stars on your ceiling,

You showed me your scars and how they were healing,

I did not realize I would soon become one...

Years passed, and we did not last.

I threw you to the wolves and ran away,

From the pain I couldn't bring into the light,

Even though I knew you would help me fight.

Sun rays seep into the empty room,

The dust spins in the air, creating images of despair.

Now I'm too old to tell you how I felt,

Yet the taste of your lips still haunts my mouth,

I remember how you would tell me you loved me, and I would laugh it off,

Too afraid to come to terms with what hurt.

As the world spins,

I lay still counting plastic stars in my room,

Thinking of you.