The Dog Pissed on My Bed
The dog pissed on my bed
not the floor
not the rug
not the spot by the door
but the bed
Right where I lay my head
right where I once kissed someone
soft and stupid, thinking it meant forever
I looked at him
he looked at me
tail wagging
like he just solved world peace
There’s a smell now
deep in the mattress
a kind of betrayal
you can’t scrub out with vinegar and tears
He’s not sorry
not even pretending
just sprawled out sideways
like he’s earned the right
to ruin what’s left
And maybe he has
after all
he never promised me anything
never said he’d stay
never swore he wouldn’t wreck me
He just walked in
claimed the warmest part of the house
and left his mark,
Just like you.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
They say its a sign of affection, but I don't buy it. Rally liked these lines: "tail wagging like he just solved world peace"
Maybe that dog tried to cover the scent of the one that left and in a bad way kind of succeeded. Another funny one. Good job.