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i don't go to the dog park after dark,

that's how you get serial killed

but then we went to the dog park

and we made it out alive

you love your dog, it's cute

and in the dark dog park

you told me the last time you were in love

you moved to alaska rather than end it 

i respected that

love is hard

and then we got in your car

and drove back home

-i mean, to your house-

i'm broken, sorry,

i say these words

flippantly

home, love, forever

because i think they're meaningless

like shoe, or pepperoni, or cat,

but we made it back to your house

and we had biscuits and gravy

and candy

and we played video games

and we sang songs

(turns out, i can't play the ukelele)

and now that i'm back in my own bed,

trying to fall asleep,

all i can think is

i wish i wasn't already in love with you

-there it is again, those words that don't mean anything, what i mean is-

i wish i wasn't already in love with you

-no, that's not quite right, what i REALLY mean is-

i wish, i wish, i wish,

i wish i wasn't in love with you yet