Standing under the shower,
bare to the mirror and barely to myself;
I scrub the stains off my skin,
the stains of your unrequited love
that has borne one with my flesh.
It has mingled with water and bears sympathy
as it gets with it but fails to wash it off.
I have tried this many times,
the warm water just seems to blaze
the lifeless stains and cold one just lets it sleep away again.