Bound

You have taken away my freedom to speak, my power to act. That’s how powerful you are.

Do you know that?

I doubt you do.

You are my guilty pleasure. And I vow to keep my affections for you in private, in all eternity. I shall not speak of you anymore, not anymore. I shall seal my lips for they’re the reason I am drowning in this inhumane pit of embarrassment and self-loathe. Thus my lips are the reason why I now suffer, not you.

I can never blame you.

“Quench my thirst, my beloved. Let my tongue touch thy golden cup. And my taste buds caress the sweetness of thy love.

Fill my hunger, my beloved. Let my mouth feel the warmness of thy flesh. And my being relish the bitterness of thy pity.”

I had you only for the passion you have kept ablaze. I blame you only for the certain “enchantment” that surrounds you.

You are not perfect and through my naked eyes, I see all your imperfections. But these imperfections are what have bound my soul to your soul, my heart to your heart, my flesh to your flesh. What have bound me to you.