It Is What It Is

It is what it is


I scrubbed at my skin a total of 18 times and then again 20 times with a different bar of soap.


It is what it is


I slept with the lights on for 7 weeks and never opened the window even in the 98 degree heat.


It is what it is


I put bleach in the bath water to try and clean away the dirt you made.


It is what it is


I cannot love anymore out of the fear you will reappear and brandish that same sneer


It is what it is


I am more accustomed to pain than to love, so I taught myself that if I am not bleeding, it wasn't enough.


It is what it is


Because if it wasn't, you would have won.