i used to think it was silly
to call boys who follow girls around with eager expressions
in their hearts
puppies...
but i understand it now.
you really are
just like a puppy
begging humbly for attention
that you don't think you deserve
bright, wanting eyes
but still happy
just longing
wanting to share things that happened to you
just because you know i'll listen.
it's really not pathetic
when you roll over,
exposing your stomach to me
offering me
your vulnerability
trusting me
with the ability
to stab you where you are the most weak.

just like a puppy,
when someone kicks you
i want to
throw them up against a wall
fight them
break them
for injuring something so helpless
so innocent.

i know you're
23
but somehow
i think you
need me.
i really like puppies,
anyway.