i sit and watch you and wait like a dog
always just two steps behind you and
always just begging you for scraps
as if two seconds of your attention
would be enough to fill my empty, empty stomach
as if two mere seconds would ever be enough
but you can't even give that-
my friends say i'm too nice and you just call out my name
and when i see that familiar self-satisfied smile on your face
i just become a bad liar and i just look the other way
and i go back to pretending like your bare minimum
is enough to fix my bellyache
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:23 AM UTC
i sit and watch you and wait like a dog
always just two steps behind you and
always just begging you for scraps
as if two seconds of your attention
would be enough to fill my empty, empty stomach
as if two mere seconds would ever be enough
but you can't even give that-
my friends say i'm too nice and you just call out my name
and when i see that familiar self-satisfied smile on your face
i just become a bad liar and i just look the other way
and i go back to pretending like your bare minimum
is enough to fix my bellyache
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