Unrequited Pup

you came to tell me you 

loved me

and i admired your bravery

though i thought you'd done it

foolishly

since it would never be-

do my touches, though admittedly

touched casually,

haunt you at night

the way that his touches, though admittedly

touched casually,

haunt me?

do my words, given so carelessly

replay endlessly, for you

the way that his words, given so carelessly

replay endlessly, for me?

do my actions confuse,

the way his actions confuse

when you, and when i, read them too deeply?

does my face touch your face

the way his face touches my face

when you give in to fantasy?

do i torture you,

the way he tortures me?

and i was sad to think

i'd done the same to you

as is done to me

regularly-

but i was grateful for the epiphany

that the world is all proportionality

and where one wants one thing

another wants the wanter

and the wanter doesn't know she's wanted

and the wanter's wanted doesn't want a thing

ill do my best to no longer haunt you

to be something not worth wanting

to be not so tempting

and myself, move on from pining

because if the wanted doesn't know he's wanted

then what's the use in wanting?

Author's Note

Written May 2010. Side note: that awkward moment when you realize you've written so many poems, you've run out of icons to decorate them with so you use a picture of your dog.