I know
it was silly of me
to actually let you
lead me to believe
I deserved a girl like you
you overestimated me
I led you to think
I could handle your wiles
That I accepted them
floating through life
with a smirk
and I did
for awhile
learning to play the ****
I just thought
I met another
feral animal
My only problem
is you kept coming back
you kept coming back
coming back
back. . . back.
Why?
Or leave for that matter?
Did I not bite your neck hard enough,
was my pebble too coarse?
Were my colors too dull?
Did my stance lack aggression?
I gave you every chance in the world
to run
free into the wilderness
the Arctic
but you always went back to your Zoo
didnt you?
Why?
You know why I love you?
The honest truth. . .
your beauty
is for another ******* poem
it was because
you were the only
with the intelligence
to know not to come back
but you always did.
Even when
it wasnt how I wished it to be
I always knew
you would come back
and I guess
this is supposed to tie into penguins and wolves
or some ****.