My Dirty Laundry Room

Reseal me.
You have teased me enough.
Like candlesticks and dripping wax- I am a spark.
You are my fire.

I touch.
I take eclairs and let them defrost in a laundry basket.
I take binge eating and make it a closeted affair.
You kiss me madly and taste nothing but toothpaste.
I ache for you to realize,
I have been touched,
taken.
and on my knees in the laundry room.

And I can feel so sad if I just don't eat.
I can taste the edges of my bitter pain.
I can feel the fear, the hope and then the despair.

Calling me wildly. Calling me by my name.
But, when I'm loaded on high fats I can be anyone.
My sadness can hold me but it can not keep me.

So release me.
Let me be.
And if I meant to crawl back to you... I will.
Because, you know-
right now,
I can't handle the pain.

The frozen eclairs are so much easier to swallow.