Your loving bondage

I hold on to you.....I don't know why. I am altered by your existence. I hate you for all that I love you. Our memories haunt my halted presence. Through the years, I change but still You are always in my present state of mind. Never deserting....but depriving. Almost as if you were feeding off my anguish. I don't understand your torment. You probaly can't comprehend why I keep ties. I hope and I fantasize of all there is. All that could occupy my conscious....is you. Comparisons cannot compete with your bondage. I keep hoping that one day I will call For my dose of suffering and despair And you will conclude all of my hopes with rejection. But you thread my needle ending with a tormenting knot. Neverending patchwork of a quilted halted existence. Can you understand? Do you feel where I am coming from? Are you there with me? Is that why you keep a hold? I don't tell you what fills my mind of you. Maybe it is me that holds on for pleasure. Secretly I may keep you in touch to know I am your pain. Reassuring, and mutual we are shackled by each other. I will find a venue to escape, I keep my heart open. After years of our unsolved, disputed connection I surely will escape from your distorted love. Unable to picture your face one day. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 02:04 PM PST   0 • 8