you're like a dog running back to its owner the owner who first abandoned it back to the owner who abused it having loyalty to all the wrong things faith in all the wrong places love for all the things that hurt them
you don't want her to consume your thoughts to fill your dreams, your nightmares so instead, you make her your muse you write about her in messy blue ink you let her come back to life on the paper in front of you just to see her dance one more time
you are like a dog loyal to all of the things that hurt you
this is from months and months ago, but i found it while stumbling through old writings with b, so i thought i would share