the hallway bathroom and i
have recently become close again
she is a friend to me
in all of the worst ways
when my body grows too big,
the bathroom is always there
waiting for me to come back
to need her again
when no one wants to see my tears
she cradles me in her arms
lets me sit on her marble tiles
lean close to her porcelain seat
i whisper secrets to her
let her see all of my tears
and she comforts me
lets me empty everything into her
she tells me what i am doing
is alright, it won’t hurt anyone
my secrets are safe with her
but i don’t feel safe with her
no one else will hear me
no one uses the hallway bathroom
maybe that is why
she always holds me so tightly
she whispers secrets back to me
every once and a while
she’ll tell me that she’s missed me
that it’s been too long
or she’ll say that i am finally back
where I belong
with her, but still alone
and sometimes she’ll even give helpful tips
“it’s easier to vomit if you plug your nose”
“if you try one more time, you’ll feel better,
despite the burn in your throat”
“just once more, remember to breath this time”
we have always had a strained relationship
the hallway bathroom and i
but i always seem to crawl back to her
and she is always ready for me