He loves me like a dog; Not a pet, not a beloved family member But a common mutt, cast into the wild when I do not fetch the bone he throws me.
He loves only when I do not howl at the moon for the injustice and evil of this cruel life. He loves on a seasonal this-and-that sort of term And kicks at my chest when I sleep on his sofa or lick at his heels.
He breaks me like a horse- To become his archetype- And revolts at the Jezebel I am supposed to be
And yet, this dog comes crawling back to the arms who should love me
unconditionallyβ¦
I come back to my accuser, I crawl to my stereotype-