| Hooked What's this hook in my chest, Still tied to you; Cut me free. Tugging, tugging, And I can't take the pain. Cut me loose and let me live again. I stand on the brink of freedom, And it smells so sweet, But I don't want to leave These chains just yet... I fear the hook will rip free And leave my heart to bleed, And who, then, could repair it? You would be no better A surgeon than a lover. But you haven't the same fears as I do. The other end of this fragile thread Is firmly spun around your finger, And you take great pleasure In playing the puppet-master, Always delighting in controlling That which you never could before. My spirit grows weak and frail In these dark, damp dungeons you've built, And I fear at times that you've broken me, But then I flutter free for that one moment Before you close me in your fist again. love poems anonymous |