Teasing, playful teasing.
That’s how it began.
I laid my eyes on you, and thought you were the one.
You thought I was too; well that’s what you said.
We sat by the river, minds aching from words unsaid.
How was I to tell you how I truly felt?
Lost. Continually lost. Unable to speak.
Numbness was always your chosen communicative style.
Tell her nothing, maybe she will understand.
You had me on a short lead for extreme lengths of time.
At first this lead was coated in sugar, it had me putting it on myself.
The lead started to lose its sweet, sensual, sugar coating.
Eventually the lead was no longer a lead, but an unbreakable noose.
You tried to let go of the connection, yet the end of the noose was tied to your wrist.
You had complete control, this you knew.
While holding me by my throat, you dragged me to places I never, ever wanted to go.
You made me fight for your love.
I thought I was in control.
Remember I felt as though I had put the lead on myself?
Well there came a time where this noose had to be removed.
It was weighing me down.
It had caused me to make decisions which you led me to believe would make you want me.
It took my innocence.
It led me to the hands of another, in the hopes you would want me then.
That is what you told me.
You didn’t want to hurt me.
If that were the truth, why were you holding the rope?
Did you ever want me?
Or did you just want to lead me astray and watch me suffer along the way.
