It started so well for a few weeks at least.
The raw heat of passion burned inside us both.
But I didn't really know you and you didn't know me.

Weeks turned to months and soon the flame died.  
The bright light flickered and dimmed.  
The control, the jealousy,
the torment of your love now
unrequited
burned in a different way.  
It burnt me and left painful scars.  
The need to run, escape from your love that confines me to a small box
with no way out.  
Restricting a lion shaping to now
a wounded cat.