i let you steal my light
to support your habit
of pretending everything’s alright
while the world burns down,
and now i’m alone –
because pretending can’t withstand
the little bit of scrutiny
you might get from me
if you take my hand
and move forward together,
instead of back and forth
like a dog on a tether.
but even the dog knows
it shouldn’t be like this,
yet she forgets the weather
for one moment of bliss,
and i would be remiss
not to mention that you’d never
put the dog there in the first place.
just me.