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.