The bondage of denial



You left me in handcuffs,

bound to the thought of you and I.

You brought me a collar,

that chokes me when I run too far.

You built me a dream,

out of broken bits of nightmares.

You put me in a prison,

made of imperfect, sweet memories.

You laid your hands on me,

and by all intensive purpose I am free.

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