His arms are like chains.

His smiles are sinisterly sweet.

His songs are illusions.

I want to leave so my cramped legs can stretch and run,

But those chains that bound me to him have me in a vice.

Choking me until only tears can breathe.

I love to see that smile,

But its sweetness is sickening,

Turning my stomach inside and out,

For this smile is not for me.

His voice is a melody that reminds me of dreams and skies.

But it’s a snare that locks my wings,

And keeps me staring at the ground.

Unyielding.

Unchanging.

I love him,

But I can’t be with him.

So I try to find a way to pop a balloon without anything sharp.

But my heart sinks when I realized what I’ve known all along.

Nothing can dull a knife,

Or a needle.

So I try to get comfort from a chair with no give,

As I try to find the needle that will pop this barrier away.