Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Why do you do this? Time and again
rumours whisper, phrases stutter
and I, as ever dismiss them to
the waste disposal I call dreams.

Month in, day drowned I hear,
read, discard, ball it all away
knowing you never fail the cycle
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

Patterns furling, emotions tangling still
they’re always just the same – a type.
Craving comfort in youth
hungrily you grasp a fading past -

lather
rinse
repeat -

find a heart
can be bruised

after all.