im not kind anymore

i fed him with my words,
tender like raw meat.
every kiss, every look, a whistle
commanding without saying so.
i called it affection.
he called it love.
but inevitably,
i knew what was going to happen.
i taught him to sit in my absence
and growl at my silence.
i trained him to need me like breath,
like blood.
and when he snapped-
when he tore through his own skin
trying to reach me
i called him dangerous.
i called him mad.
but training a dog to kill
makes you some what of a murderer