you don't know
how grateful I am for you,
sleek and white and silent,
as I stain your fabric with secrets between sobs.
Someday, I promise,
I'll make it up to you.
I'll dress you in those mustard-colored cases
I've had lying in the Home Goods bag for over a month.
I'll cover you up and let you be modest for once,
pretending my life is as happy as your new clothes.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
you don't know
how grateful I am for you,
sleek and white and silent,
as I stain your fabric with secrets between sobs.
Someday, I promise,
I'll make it up to you.
I'll dress you in those mustard-colored cases
I've had lying in the Home Goods bag for over a month.
I'll cover you up and let you be modest for once,
pretending my life is as happy as your new clothes.