Binding Love


You did not listen, helpless soul, when I said,

“Look out, or you’ll be snagged,
You childish thing, if you dance near her hand!”

Didn’t I caution you?

                    And now the snare is sprung.
To struggle is wholly hopeless.

                    Love has bound your tapping feet,
Kept you from twirling, twisting, without flow, to and fro,
Chained your ankle prettily, a decorated trinket,

To be displayed as a static trophy.


9 thoughts on “Binding Love

    • It may be the perspective of a man, or the way that society perceives relationships. But, so often, men feel as though women try to change them in relationships to the point that they are no longer their former selves. At that point, they are just a trophy to the world. I imagine this is a recipricol feeling for women as well.

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