you can't play with wild animals.
i can't get the thorns and weeds out of my fur.
how long until we're ready to acknowledge it?
you can't deny you deserve more.
i can't pretend i even know what that looks like.
are we going to wait until it goes sour?
you can't argue it's getting any better.
I can't promise i won't bite your hand again.
how far can i push this and still say I love you?
you get bit because you think it's worth it.
i wish i could know why i bite.
listen to your mother.
shove this stray mutt outside.
it likes the rain and the mud
and the thunder and the cold
and the hunger.
if it didn't, it wouldn't bite the hand that feeds it.
