On my knees I lapped up your attentions like a dog that hadn’t drank in a month
I suppose I should’ve seen the kick coming before it did but the glitter in my eyes blinded me to the truth of you
To top it off, I sat right back up and begged you to stay, to hold me, to give me another chance
All those dreams I had, me and you disappearing into the sunset hand in hand
You casually tossed them to the floor, twisted them beneath your heel, turned and walked away
Maybe these are just pretty words for ugly thoughts, because now I’m just a dog, sitting and staring, waiting for the one she loves to return
tara caribou | ©️2018
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I absolutely adore the way you are so real, holding nothing back, open and honest in all your self-loathing and need to bury the pain and beauty beneath your Ativan and applesauce. The way you make no apologies, just: hey, this is me. Like it or leave. That. Right there. I wish there was more of that in this world. ~tara
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