i'm laying on the floor watching YouTube videos of veterans coming home to their pets and i imagine you as a veteran and me as the dog crying in your lap. but if i'm honest with myself, i'm the veteran coming home, my heart is a dog, and you're a cat in the corner who doesn't give a ****. i don't even need to tell you that love was the war. love is always the war. i just want to lick your face. i want to paw at your chest after a long day. i want to stretch and have you scratch the places i can't reach. i don't understand the command "stay". i am casting tiny spells where i pick lint off of your sweatshirt and chew on my bottom lip while i look you in the eye. but you are disenchanted.