You look away, I wonder why
Would you do this. You aren't shy
Your gentle hands don't long for me
I should have known better than to follow thee
But dog will always guide you home
No matter the hatred you harbor for some
You tried to be kind, I know you did
But you see, I've noticed the knife you thought you hid
You'd burry me flowers to beside me rot
And tiny ants would on my body trot
So before you hurt me I'll bare my teeth
I hope there's still love left in you underneath
Thank you for taking what you got to gain
I hope I will trust you never again
It's one of the older poems I wrote when I was still experimenting. There are mistakes, I'm aware but there's something nostalgic when I look at them. Maybe mistakes are poetry too