dog leashed, tied onto a pitch-black pole woven to the pillar, like you're woven to my soul
every thought about you pours acid in my heart and i cough out the rest like blood one day i'm scavenging for water, a paranoid dart the next i'm drowning in a hot-pink flood
i saw you in the window of that small local store after becoming a regular, the door wouldn't open anymore but you looked so pretty when you were so far away and for some reason i come back every day
but it was so good at first you made me finally believe that someone out there could love someone like me
and i told you what i did wrong and you said you didn't care but i must've mistaken that love was in the air
i try to talk to you i try to understand but every word i say to you you repeat back, just bland
and you blame it on me? you say i'm the confusing one so i chase and chase, give and give you never let me take some
it's my mistake i put love first my mistake i wasn't rational my mistake that when you said you liked me i somehow didn't think it was casual
i'm a dog waiting at your door saliva puddle on your wooden floor i wait for you to come back like i'm tied to a pole, pitch-black
my hunger has been satiated now i open my eyes for the sixth time this has gone much longer than i can allow you're making me run out of rhyme i guess it was my mistake that even then, even now i somehow thought you would be mine.
the world is so big so big so big. i need to feel a meaning and productiveness in my life. (S.P.)