Glass Kisses

A steady stream of water

Rains down on me from above

Steaming.

Burning.

Cleansing.

Glass kisses

hurt.

They leave

bruises.

Black,

blue,

and purple.

Love.

On my

skin, and on my

heart.

Wash away

the pain.

Love.

A few crystalline tears escape;

at first just a trickle,

then they pour.

Water scalds

when you turn it 

up

as high as it can go.

Searing pain pelting my body.

My skin,

my head, 

my heart, 

are tingling, going

completely numb. And I

Can't. 

Feel.

Anymore.

Author's Note

So this is my first poem, or anything, that I've posted. Tell me what you think? I'd like to hear everyone's opinions, good or bad, and I'd like to hear what you guys think the poem might be about!