Bound

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By bedazzled

I try to step away from you, stagger, off balance. You reach for me again. You take my hand, you pull me back even as you tell me to go. I try to stop listening, I turn off my whispers but you just start screaming my name. I come when you call. I try to ice over my skin, to become numb but you keep touching me and I melt. I try to be blind, to squeeze shut my eyes but you stand before me, shine light in my face. You say you want space but you hold me too close, when I struggle you reach for the binding. You can't match your words with the percussion of your heart but I wish you'd let me match mine.

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February 18, 2009 20:10ray!

love the themes of hot and cold throughout and the metaphors,"but you keep touching me/ and I melt" makes me feel like it's almost irritating.
I REALLY LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!!!!