This Is Love- Make It Hurt

Saturday mornings are set-aside for those who drive themselves delirious with duties during the week, and deserve the extra sleep.
Resting late wasn’t an option this particular Saturday,
Reminders of last night’s regretful events lingered under my comforter.

Took a hot shower to try and rinse off the mistakes from my body
Mission failed:
I can still smell the cologne as if it were fresh on my naked shoulders
And the taste of his salt and martini on my lips still causes salivation.

I suppose I’ll drench myself longer in steaming water till my skin turns red with anger, and scrub really hard

Hard like it was to lie to that martini drinker and say that I’m holding up just fine with the separation
And I’ve actually been dieting-
Not starving myself because that seems to be the only thing I can control.

Even harder to hear the dog barking this morning as if there were an intruder
And not wish that when I walk out from my shower it were you who will greet me with a comforting smile as if to say that my night was understandable.

But cautiously tiptoeing towards the window to see what the commotion is,
My heart falls along my back to the floor like the water from my hair
As I notice it’s just the early joggers

yes this is an edited version of 12/4 post (i think that the right date "try to walk away and I stumble)