Codependents Anonymous

I want to be clear but I feel like molasses,

moving slowly,

getting stuck in your hands,

like gum in your hair,

I can’t find the peanut butter,

bullshit.

Where’s the soap to wash my head,

ring you out of every corner of my brain,

a toothpick to get out of your teeth.

I get lost in the bedsheets and end up on the ground.

My senses sharpen in to focus when our eyes are touching.

Looking back, the photo was blurry. 

You smell like drugs and taste like candy,

my doubts trip over your smile and I land in your arms.

-Shealyn Shea Lyn