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Puppies.You fill my chest up with puppies. They fall all over each other and Tug ears and tails and whuff And bark and flop their tonguesPuppies.
and
I want to give you puppies, and, things I don't know what things, this is, new I don't, I think I screwed this up before, though But, you're the one that puts garlic on my pizza And twists my words all around and makes my voice crack and waver and I get frustrated
So I hope that
Maybe, we, didn't screw this up Because, I kind of, really, you're the first one that I
I wanted to say &
by ~Cybby
Beneath the RippleThe ones that wear my collar - First one, then two, and now three They don't understand what it means.Beneath the Ripple
At least I hope they don't.
I don't really want that responsibility Of having to buy a leash or that "special" Kind of Muzzle that I haven't had the sense to use
But I really, really have should have.
So now I'm waiting in 5-year-old dread For that needle shot you know is coming but God, Please, don't make it hurt, if it has to happen,
Please don't let this happen.
But I saw the skin of the water on Lake Champlain, and knew
by ~Cybby
That is a lie.In all actuality, I love you. That is a lie.That is a lie.
But really, I really liked being with you. That part's true. The things I said to you, Were true. I was too drunk to say otherwise.
I would do it again probably, even with the girlfriend. I'm kind of a whore, I get that. But you are, too, I think, Or you want to be. But I just want you to keep being my friend.
Please don't stop Gnashing your teeth at me Hitting me with pillows Laying on my legs Sparring with me Staying up to listen to music Fixing my back Smiling Drinking with me &nb
by ~Cybby
Roadmap.Remember, what you are feeling is not intimacy. It is the leather of your thirteen-dollar dog collar With the spikes, because you wanted to protect your neck.Roadmap.
To protect anything, everything vulnerable. From this, and that, from him and him and her. What you are feeling is the sound of a french horn and a student's cello. Not a roadmap to ecstasy.
It is also not the first chords of your favorite song; But more like the squished small-bones in your hand And the smarting sting of skinned knuckles from trying to fix it.
Trying to fix all those feelings, those silly
by ~Cybby
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