June 26, 2017 § 28 Comments
Your dog died,
And I’m sorry,
because you loved your dog
He had a horrible high barking yelp
And one time he nipped my ankle so hard he drew blood
And left a cluster of tiny scars, like a Braille tattoo
Of the name of my worst enemy.
So I gave you a heart online
Because it’s easy to do
It’s not conflicted
It doesn’t explore the cognitive dissonance
Of me loving you and feeling your pain
And yet hating that asshole of a nippy dog
Who is dead.
Hearts are great
And so are smiley faces
Except when they start replacing things that are hard
And I’m afraid one day I’ll get sick
Or my mom will die
Or a friend
And I won’t get a single card
I’ll just get a thousand hearts
That go dark when I turn off my phone.
And so, as usual, this is about me
And it’s for me that I go to your house
And knock on your door
And tell your red eyes I’m sorry
About the loss of your douche of a mutt
Who is probably right now nipping the other little dogs
Off the rainbow bridge.
And you say, I know you hated Creedence Clearwater Revival
Which is the name of your stupid dog
And I agree, and we have a fight, and drink a beer
And that’s friendship
Sometimes it’s hard.
Hard as a set of tiny fangs
Going into the flesh of an ankle.
But I’ll keep trying to do what’s hard
Even when the temptation is to do what is easy
Because Love is hard
And buttons are easy.
And I’d rather be liked than get liked.
I’d rather have your heart
Than have you press a button
And give me one.