I hate how easy it would be
Because I love you so much
Your soft fur, so nice to pet
My pet, my friend.

So when you lie on my stomach
Sometimes, if my mind is murky that day,
I think about how easy it would be
With my giant hands and your delicate body
And your whiskers would twitch no more

And I hate that
I loathe that thought and fact
I don’t want to, obviously;
I’m no Michael Myers
It’s the same with my phone when I stand in front of a lake
Or when I could tear a final exam in two
I know I could

I hate that I can
It shouldn’t be so easy
And I don’t even think deeply when it occurs
But maybe knowing we could
Is the reason none of us do