You call me your dog,
your ***** your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.
I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.
You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.
Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.
For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
You call me your dog,
your ***** your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.
I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.
You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.
Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.
For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.
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