Bound

Here I stay incapable of moving, incapable of leaving.
Incapable of having my own thoughts and incapable of feeling what you won’t allow allow me to feel.
I am bound to you through chains forged from denial and self-benevolence.
Bound to you through ties spun of insecurity and cowardice.
Bound to you with committed acts contrived of iniquities and malice.
I cannot break free and I cannot say with all honesty that I want to be free.
I know not what life has for me now that I’ve dedicated what life I had to you.
I’ve separated my needs and wants from that of your desires.
I’ve poured myself willingly into your glass to drink from and have asked nothing in return.
I am bound to the silence in which my voice of regret echoes.
I am bound to this existence because it is here where I have purpose.
I am bound to misery for she is my only company and I am bound to suffer for it is the price of your love.