The kind of love that’s aching...
I watch days fold
Into another like laundry.
Time never ends just like it,
So I measure your absence
in pant seams I press together.
It’s simple to do,
Making straight, clear-cut lines
Two halves just have to join together.
I still love you.
You do, too.
Our union should be
as simple as this routine.
How long though, until I see you?
And If then, If we go back?
Will you fold again?
If you do, I swear
to be fair to my heart
I'll lay this love out to dry.
I can't take you back.
(c) 2014 Marlena
Id kill to go back home
where my bedroom still looks the same
where my mom takes my dirty laundry away to be cleaned
but my dirty laundry piles up now
and I wanna go home
where my laundry doesnt sit in the corner for me to look at
It's a laundry list of problems.
Nothing that someone hasn't had before.
Except now they are mine.
Why is this laundry mine by the way?
I didn't ask for it.
I'd rather have a nice vacation.
Do you think I can take them to the cleaners?
Maybe speedy express would work.
Can't hurt to try.
The pile just grows bigger and bigger.
What if I washed some things together?
Will one of them bleed?
Maybe it can hurt if I try.
How will I know?
Anyone out there?
folding laundry with you
singing don't let me down
and you know
i never will,
but those words look lovely
on your lips.
An example of the simple parts of love, I suppose.
Lying awake un-able to sleep
as the darkness creeps in
and the laundry machine spins
round and round
louder and louder
thoughts pulsate through my mind
(even without the noise)
sleeping is hard
the darkness consumes my soul
in the meantime,
all I can do is stare at the ceiling
waiting for my thoughts to numb;
my eyes to grow heavy
I am the sweater tossing in the machine .
Bleach my soul with the tips of your fingers
Make it polish so your reflection lingers
Wring out every unpure thought until theres only you
You may even want to let some of those drip out too
Scrub my mind with an innocent nap together
To be awoken up by the sunny morning weather
Return my mind to the dirt when our lips meet
For the best results wash, rinse, and repeat.