you bathe me in it— ash & regret. it makes it easier for you to see the evidence dripping. when escape is lodged inside, mingling with my false promises to stay. you bathe me in tricks, in traps I recognize but still fall into, because I don’t know how to fall into you anymore. remember when you bathed me in adorations? when you relished the smiles you brought forth? remember when you laughed? neither do I.
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this hit deep