past oblivion.

bondage.

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your chains are a bit strong on me;

physically and emotionally

i loathe how much i've come to need you,

and how i'll sacrifice my sanity, my pride

just to keep you.

i despise how you can just gaze in my eyes for awhile

and i must fight the melting of my core

and my weakening resistance to your hand on my thigh

right there, where it sends sparks straight to my stomach -

fight more,

so i don't lose that last bit of sanity that tells you 'no'.

you're the cause of the most beautiful

scars i carry in my psyche;

shackles to your essence are all i wear,

remembering when i wasn't marked by you

ain't something i'm capable of anymore, my love.

burns from the burning passion this love brings,

the smoldering defiance we have against this freezing world

all char me so bad, where my head can't stand it

and i can't differentiate light from dark at times,

but this bondage of the best, inescapable kind runs deeper than loyalty.

maybe it even runs as deep as madness ; but what do i know?

we're all chained to something in this life here, be it our situations,

our struggles

our sources of joy

or our miseries

so nobody,

nobody

can judge that

i chose to be shackled

to you, with you, for you.