Tributes to Lovers

You had a rope fetish;

your fantasy was to tie me up

and have your way with me.


And I guess you did,

twisting my thoughts and

entangling my emotions.


You never owned up to 

trying take advantage of me,

but you got off on 

the idea of owning me. 


Yet you left me stranded

more often than not,

hanging to a thread of hope

that you would still have me. 


But it didn't mean anything to you;

I was a plaything to you,

something to restrain for your use.


Now I must unravel this mess,

make sense of these knots

you left me in. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About Thomas/ Idea credit to Mike

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