Illusions of Tenderness

I am bound,
                    shackled--

To your twisted acts of
                   sweetness.

Those gag-worthy moments
                    Of which,
Are few and far between.


You truly deserve a
nomination,

If not the grand prize--

For the best ability to snag,
                        rip,
            and tear,
At another's heartstrings.  

I want to hate you.
           I should hate you!

       Even tied down so tightly,
  I secretly long for your gentleness.

              Those soft caresses,
And hushed words of sweet nothings.

For it is in those moments,
                      I can pretend you truly care.