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
