ROTTWEILER

He was skinny, but not too skinny,
He wore ripped jeans, I loved that
His hair looked like he had been electrocuted
Just like mine, except his was dark

He was tall, he wanted to be a model
That’s why he moved to the city
To be famous, just like the rest of us
I started calling him Naomi

Just like a Rottweiler,
He attracted a certain kind of danger
Dressed in fur, even in the summer
Smoking all of my cigarettes
I didn’t mind, he made me feel cool

I was in awe of his obsessions
His passion was dark and misguided
When he got jealous, he got violent
And it made everyone a little nervous
Because we all knew when it came down to it
And there’s nothing he wouldn’t do
For love

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