Your Laundry

I am your blanket
the person who warms you--
who cuddles you--
who comforts you

I am your tissue
the person you blow on--
you continuously throw away--
you continuously use

I am your door mat
The person you unload on--
you wipe your feet on--
you walk all over every day

But I am NOT your laundry
I am not the piece of clothing
you can put away until
you feel like using me again--

that is the last straw--
I will not be ignored--