Me and the Bathtub

Me and the Bathtub,

Sitting, on the floor, in the kitchen, in the nighttime. 

I can’t stop them. They are

welling up and spilling out. 

Sitting, in the cold, in the bathtub, alone, in the nighttime. 

You can’t stop them. They are

desperate, helpless, and spilling out. 

Like your useless pride. 

Like mine. 

These memories. What I would give 

to set my bathtub to sea. 

A sailboat sailing lumbering tumbling

out of my mind. 

So I can have its memory,

not its weight. 

The only comfort is 

in that it was never comfortable.

Just me and my bathtub. Me in my bathtub. 

Sitting, in the cold, alone, in the nighttime. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

I love this Poem good job Olivia! I love the descriptive writing it helped me visualize exactly what you were saying. "What I would give to set my bathtub to sea. A sailboat sailing lumbering tumbling out of my mind." That was my favorite part :) Awesome poem