you'll slide your words
around my neck,
won't allow the leash
too much slack.
check my hands when i come back,
bring me peace with a kiss of my neck.
but like the dust beneath your feet
you overlook the small things,
like the way we first met.
a drunk girl spilling her words,
did you really think her instincts were dead?
has no one ever told you
you can't tame a wild animal
by holding the small of their back
and you've mistaken this one
for a house cat.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
you'll slide your words
around my neck,
won't allow the leash
too much slack.
check my hands when i come back,
bring me peace with a kiss of my neck.
but like the dust beneath your feet
you overlook the small things,
like the way we first met.
a drunk girl spilling her words,
did you really think her instincts were dead?
has no one ever told you
you can't tame a wild animal
by holding the small of their back
and you've mistaken this one
for a house cat.
