You’ve bound me, soundly, within your weave,
wielded iron, edged to reave
the chambers of my heart.
Your knowing smile tears me apart.
In boundless worry, I bleat like sheep,
retreat from sleep,
and, in defeat, I weep.
Can you not know this song I sing?
Within my innards, an incessant sting.
Catch me up and cough me out
whilst plagues upon my body shout
for just one sip of air;
into lungs, depleted, without a care.
You’ve bound me, yes, and knowing this,
my resistance crumbles into bliss
for you.
Mend me, Love, I’m so broken, true.