Cleanse

Cleanse

By Allie Marie

Bathe me in 

the suds of your lies.

I will drown to them

every time. 

There’s nothing sweeter than your kiss.

I’m afraid it is all of you I’d miss.

I don’t want to rinse .

Their voices try to spoil our bliss.

Freedom, I’m not ready for you yet.

I’m an expert of the second guess.

Some thoughts you learn to forget

never to know who made the mess.

Sometimes all you bathe in is regret.

It doesn’t make me think of you any less.

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