Scribbled onto paper

Blended into bedsheets

The tenses of emotions

bypass into harmony

The side effect of “this is yours”

Does the same as “I love you”

The side effect of "this is yours"

Does the same as "I love you"

She bakes a cake

to eat her heart out

In a room she paints her heart in

Replicating Picasso

And a mixture of someone else's sins

Scribbling onto paper

“The rain doesn’t forgive”

“It cleans”

The side effect of “this is yours”

Does the same as “I love you”

The side effect of "this is yours"

Does the same as "I love you"

She scribbles onto paper

melting into her bedsheets

as if home is between her pillows

and her dirty sheets

using dirty computers to

to find someone

stained with the same dirty shame

but the rain doesn't forgive

it sings the sweetest songs

then washes away

forcing us to forget

the dirt was there in the first place

but the mud cannot be washed away

Scribbled onto paper

but not washed away