He is my defiance.
He is the reason for my lack of control
and yet he seems to have it all.
Soft ribbons wrap themselves around my body
pulling me back in to his grasp
which grows stronger now than ever before
- he grows stronger now.
Apologies and reconciliations
are now all too apparent
but each time I fool myself.
I let my heart lead with lead-lined boots
and stead-fast ambition,
and each time I am trapped.
I hope for change
or remorse
but still what he does is wrong.
And each time
I love him.