Pavlov's dog

poem by: P Mason
Written on Dec 07, 2016 

My compulsion leaks out of my soul everyday.  
Waiting like Pavlov's dog each moment for some little treat to feed my desire. 
simple two word texts are my treats.  
Saying little and only suggesting, 
for the second it takes for you peck it out, 
that you thought of me.  
That's all it takes, 
it makes no sense, 
it Is silly.  
I am a fool.  
I am the dog.
In silence my concerns flourish,
over what I cant say.  
My compulsion leaks out.
I am Pavlov's dog

 

Tags: love, metaphor, confused,

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