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 ***** 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