She threw him under the train tracks every chance she got,
but despite his heart cracks, he still loved her.
She defended terrible behavior in others,
and then told him he was being judgmental.
Hanging a towel in the shower was a great decision,
because now he could strategically cry with precision,
muffling his tears and stifling his shame.
He could pretend that the scalding water of the shower,
melted his skin like candle wax down, down the drain,
wishing that it'd be the last shower like this,
but then there was the next weekend,
where all the build up just came again and again.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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