Rosewater

There are flowers growing on my windowsill,

I pulled them from my ribcage,

the garden I grew when I loved you,

Before you taught me how to be unmade.


I finished your joke, and it was me,

Put the punchline in my cup of tea,

Your ugly heart painted in fools gold,

forced your bad intentions down my throat.


I’m bathing in rose water,

Trying to wash you off my skin,

One day my body will forget you,

And I’ll learn to love again.


I’m blooming baby, got my roots in better soil,

Not like you’d care how I’m feeling,

Washed the rot of your love right out of my mouth,

I’m healing. I’m healing.


I’m bathing in rose water,

Trying to wash you off my skin,

One day my body will forget you,

And I’ll learn to love again.


I’m bathing in rose water,

Trying to wash you off my skin,

One day my body will forget you,

And I’ll learn to love again.


Carah Wes