Key-hole confessionals Vol. II

I wonder if you feel

The wounds I’ve had to heal 

To bite my tongue instead of barking out of turn.

Does it all feel real 

To you, when like a dog I ‘heel’

To you, waiting for the promise of a treat I’ve earned?

I wonder if you know

The lengths I’ve had to go

Just to say I know that I’ve done right by you.

Or do I need to state,

With every bone I do not take,

I’m hoping that you’ll feed me it eventually.

I guess I’ll see

If loyalty turns out to be my guarantee.

I don’t know if I’ve got

Much left in me -if not,

You’ll feed my carcass to the next fresh meat you see.