

I sulked in the bath tub for what felt like hours. But it was only a brief moment. You where aware of my tendency to fall asleep just about anywhere. Your eyes where always on me and I never had an once of an issue with it... because when I was lost in the quicksand of thoughts and awful memories, I had your eyes to pull me back out. And this time your hands too. And maybe that’s why I loved to fall asleep in the bath tub... because I was absolutely fine dying. Dying with you currently entranced with me. Label me greedy. I’m greedy for the way I’ve kept you in a small glass bottle with a tight corkscrew and red ribbon to lace you as the gift within my heart that you are. But you would never hear these words. Or any words. Screaming for me to say something... my skin could tell the difference between the droplets of bath water on my skin and the droplets of your tears dripping onto me. The bath water could never bathe me the way your tears do. They could never purify me of pain like you did.