you have me twisted around your finger,
spinning me on a thin wire
that always threatens to break,
but never does.
I'm so close to freedom,
I can taste the sun on my back.
But you always pull me back in,
like a fish caught on a hook.

I hate the idea that
I will always love your flavor,
just a taste and I'm back in your arms.
Resisting only makes you furious.
I'm starting to get pissed at your anger.
What right do you have?
I am no slave.
I offer no solace in bed sheets
and darling you're only thinning
the line you have me on
with every request.

You think you're funny and you're not.
You think you're teasing but its painful.
You say you're smart
and yet you can't understand
a simple sentence.
A single word.
"No."

Somebody oh somebody
find me scissors; I need to cut the rope
before he strangles me.