forever your dog

about being a pathetic yearner

what did you expect?
i am a lover before
i am a poet before
i am a woman
and when you leave her 
or she leaves you
or love simply stops,
i’ll be here 

waiting 

here

like a dog,
my head on your lap so 
you can loosen the leash and
let me gnaw at the bones 
of your cruel indifference.

i’ll be here 
pretending i don’t want this,
fantasising, calling quits,
i’ll be under the neon lights
that now glow black and white

waiting 

for a miracle to align in front of me.


and if i’m not here,

at your feet,

you won’t have to look too far,
you won’t have to try too hard,
pull on my leash and
i’ll run right back.

before 
i am a lover or 
a poet or
a woman,
i am 

forever 

your dog.