Imprisoned

Imprisoned Am I, by the voracious appetite, the relentless grasp of love. Goaled, caged – a prisoner of love’s illusions of, it’s reality for. I am unable to extricate myself from the shackles that bind me to. The fetters of my love for, hold me, ever so firmly, in their grip. I realize that I have the key – it is in my head – to set myself free. It has, it does come to me, oh so often !, ringing in my ears, in my brain, in my heart, hanging so harshly before my eyes “ you will never be my boyfriend, never my lover ” – “ you are not of my class ” ( social rung of the societal ladder ), - “ you are not on my level ” ( level of education ), - “ you are not a man I desire ” ( have any feelings for ), - “ you are stupid – unintelligent ”, “ you have no brain, don’t use your brain ”, “ you don’t listen to me, you don’t understand anything, know anything ”, “ you are to old, can’t change ” ( to become my creation ? ), “ I do not believe you ! ” ( am I a liar ?, a con man ?, a bullshitter ?, a manipulator ?, am I like all the other men you have been involved with ?, etc., etc. ),