I’m tired of loving like a dog—
all wide-eyed loyalty, waiting,
tail wagging for a love that lingers
just out of reach.

Tired of chasing footsteps
that never turn back,
of curling at your feet
only to be kicked away.

I fetch your affection,
drop it at your feet,
but you throw it further
each time.

I was born with teeth,
with a growl in my throat,
yet I soften myself
to fit in your hands.

No more.

Let me love like the wind—
wild, unchained,
touching only those
who welcome the storm.

My eyes
Used to run exactly like a faucet would
Crying because of every bruise
Head damage
People hitting my head
And calling it a day
Daily
I would trip
Fall
And land on my head
Push
Shove
And land on my head

Every Amber alert I would hear
Would make me cry
Turning on the dials
And tears would be pouring out of my eyes
Because I thought
I would be the next victim
To be kidnapped
Scared to leave the house
Scared to leave my mother

I thought the same about thunderstorms
How the lightning
It would possibly catch the house on fire
When I was sleeping
Or electrocute me when I'm touching a window

Seems to say
Times have changed
Years have gone on
I'm still the same faucet
But now just a ruined one

Drops of water
Leaving the faucet
On unprompted moments
And some
Wouldn't even come out
On the most tear-threatening
Situation
As if the faucet has the mind of its own

The faucet
Would turn on
By mere phantoms
Trying to take out the faucet
And warning to make it shatter

Faucet
Made of china-glass
The fragile glass
Was made to be broken one day
And be replaced by another