Clean up

I am your laundry.
I drain your energy.
I take to long to fold and hang.
I look messy across your floor, couch, and night stand.
You keep meaning to get to me.
I plead to be worn, enjoyed, and lived in.
You come and go.
You can't decide if you'll keep me.
I'm worn, but so very comfortable.
Some days you pick me up.
Move me somewhere new.
A new place to forget about me awhile.
There are some people who love laundry.