The ropes of love,
tug and tear at my exposed flesh,
they burn my skin,
and they leave a mark for the world to see.

The ropes of love,
bind and constrict me to stay put,
they trap me in a position
in which I am there only for you,
and you are there only for me,

The ropes of love,
they hurt every fiber of my body,
and I know when they are removed,
the burning will worsen,
when I try to remove it,
the redness will show,
and I know that once I remove it,
No longer will I be trapped,
in the dangerous art of love.


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"Love is like *******, tight, constricting and only fun until the ropes
come off and the marks start to hurt and are seen by everyone"