You have me in a lock
Bold chains cover my neck
I thought it was love
But all it was was a torturous grip
Keeping me from letting my mouth
Slip into the beautiful bliss called no.

I gave my best
Of what I thought could unlock the chain
But the grip tightened
Chasing after my last breath
Slipping into a soft silence of regret.

Well, I guess, I’m naive.
I’m naked in vulnerability
And holding onto the possibility that maybe someday,
You might love me back.