But it does get easier

You are like soap to me.
I take three showers in a day
And never felt so clean
My skin's about to peal itself out
Of my broken body
And chest.

I give my heart to you
It feels cliché
And I don't let myself fight it.
Haven't been finishing texts, but
The fear gets smaller
And life goes on.

I go to you
To fall asleep in your arms.