Today?

A part of me thinks that everything that has been done to me
can be washed away with a dash of bleach.
But I also know that this isn't true.

The day before yesterday a toddler stood on my doorstep.
He said he was cupid.
I looked at him for about three seconds 
and slammed the door.

Yesterday I drew a smile on the bathroom mirror with lipstick
just to see how it would look.

A part of me thinks that everything that has been done to me
can be washed away with a big gulp of vodka.
And I also know that this isn't true.

But please, don't tell anyone.
Stopping is my only other option
to continue with something.
Maybe not with the here and now, but still.

Honestly:
You caught me by surprise.