I wash your feet with my pride
Feed you my soul for dinner
While I feast on disappointment
and wash the dishes with my tears.
You taught me years ago,
That my existence was life support for you
These lessons are so ingrained in my brain
That I see them when I close my eyes at night.
I am staggering under the weight of being your doormat
I spent my nights as your mattress absorbing your dead skin cells
And grafting them onto my own.
I am balling up my emotions with the bed linen
Hoping to wash them clean with hot water
While you go about your day without seeing me.