My dear one when you had to leave,
You never told me I would be left to fend with this anxiety.
I took those long walks for granted,
When I would be slapped by the weight of thoughts,
You were always there,
Whenever I needed those 3 am walks.
I always said that those were more for you,
Then they ever were for me.
But lets cut the bullshit,
Because I was a mess and you loved pissing on trees.
When water would pour from the clouds above
Along came you scratching on my window,
With one paw.
You were never mad if I hadn't seen you,
When life became too much and needed a rest.
I saw your tail wagging,
You just knew your human was a mess.
To my closest of confidants,
That I never needed to lie.
I mean who were you going to tell,
the lizards and the flies.
Now your human has a therapist
To help her get through these lonely sensations.
Hopefully without you,
I can get myself out of this empty rotation.
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoezjaThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss