Messed: 

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell
thought it was him..
But that was just my maid at the door.

I look around, me to see messy sheets, 
a week old pizza starting to smell.
Drag myself to the bathroom mirror

a messed up me, stares back.
I stare into the mirror and
see a messed up life..

I stand under the hot shower. 
washing away a three day old grime..

i miss standing under the shower with him,
the scent of his skin mixed with smells of sweet soap

i walk out of the shower, leaving a trail of droplets behind
spray some perfume , wear new clothes..

i miss buttoning up his shirts, messing his wet hair
after he sets them.

I step out of the house, and walk in the rain
i look up at the cloudy sky..
with each falling drop, my tears wash away...