Both Wings Broken

Love draws a dagger and pulls me near
under lock and key,
like a bird with both wings broken.
the religion of love is all that is written here.
Love opens me wide and ties me tighter.
You push me in and out of the fire.
Loves mood becomes tense.
an unruly struggle when caution meets rebellion.
at last the attention of my Loves crimson fist

both wings broken and left with no escape
the power of Loves hand around my wrist
passion over pleasure and pain
the bruises You left are all I wear now
You laugh as you look at Your work.
Your masterpiece of love is almost complete.
cover me in plastic and toss the sheets
Love is finally rid of me
I've surrendered to my own defeat