All they see is your bark and your bite,
I see the tiredness,
the hurt that you carry,
I ache to take your pain away.

You love the hand that feeds you,
It brings you pain and pleasure
Side by side they walk,
Only the pain leaves scars.
How cruel the feast the hand brings
a stomach filled with guilt,
or hollowed by shame.

Choice is the world's most dangerous poison
It is our only cure,
the very thing that keeps us alive
Maybe we are already dead
I hate that we must drink it.

I try so hard to save you.
You, the fighting dog
The loving dog
The hurting dog

Love and hate,
so intertwined they bleed into each other.
How much more must we bleed
Before we can love each other openly?

I wish those we loved
Didn’t carve forks in the roads of our lives.