you weren't grinning
you were baring your teeth
you were preparing to eat me
just doing what dogs do
my skull in your jaw
you were happy to lay there
wag your tail and gnaw
how could i be mad at you?
it's a piss poor excuse
glad to be in the room
loathe it all because i don't recall what i saw in you
i write songs in my bed
and you don't listen to them
but you'd pretend to if you thought it meant i'd invite you in
don't come back to philadelphia
i'm livid now and i have a weapon
you're not clever
you're overconfident
and good as dead, friend
i have awakened
i learned a valuable lesson i won't forget
if the answer is no
surely you'll ignore it
to you i'm just a bone
but i'm a treasure chest
you tried to bury me
i belong on the surface
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I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles