current mood: melted
"weird dog there," he says.
"lol, it's nothing, i neglect to mention him anyways," they say, with my leash dangling off their wrist.
it's such a passé thing, a pet, a lover,
and each of them know they could find another.
bile, jealousy, acting out, chewing on your shoes
sometimes i wonder if you ever knew-
fast forward, flashback,
misconstrued words, and minor heart attacks.
i was a shithead then, all bark, couldn't bite,
vowed to never be that animal again, i'll,
scratch and claw and burn inside,
watching you from where i hide.
you deserve friends and adoration,
jokes and exclamations,
but i will remain, a shaking tender beast,
tired from the noise, sleeping at your feet.