I thought when I met you, I knew what love was,
but to know love, I signed myself away with an unwritten clause,

You told me my heart would beat better if settled next to yours,
so I sacrificed the freedom that has been the cause of many wars,

I molded myself to fit slots a, b, and c,
I so desperately wanted to be what you need,

with every passing day, I lost a little more of me,
and I would silently wonder if I could ever be free,

As I write my thoughts down on this tear stained page,
my heart finally knows why it's called a rib cage.