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Shower

The shower has become a lover
How it’s warm touch caress skin
Like she used to do
And it washes away the pain that she has caused
I’d like to give the water a name
But I can barley speak in its presence
Choking back tears I refuse to acknowledge
Pretending to forget a live I had built
Now forsaken
How it holds me close
And fends of the reality beyond the curtain
A world without a soulmate
A live where love no longer exists
Where forever means months
And never means tomorrow
Where promises made
Are just words on an obituary
The water calls to me
When I am all alone
Saddened and destroyed
Reminding me of the beginning
How she once picked me up off my knees
And kissed my scars
And promised me her heart
How she became my whole existence
And took it all away.
Because falling out of love is easy
When your partner loves you more
Than the air they breathe
And the body they live in
Sometimes I turn up the heat
To try to burn of the impression
Of her touch on my skin
Body heart and soul
I try to remember that one day
I’ll have a body she’s never touched
But my heart will never be whole
Because I gave her all of me
And I’m left with a shell
Of the person I was
And no way to become who I was supposed to be
She took the light when she left
And I’m frightened of the dark
The water is her
And it holds me just the same
Like when she loved me
And so I’ve given the water a name
A name I should have realized was hers
Liar

Review Request (Intensity): 
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Last few words: 
Just had to get it out. Don’t really care for the verse style and I could figure out how to end it correctly. Super rough. Will be reworking.
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Comments

I will be interested to see that rework, as you have some very good lines and ideas here. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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