Rendition

I never meant it to be like this:
this regret
this remorse
for what?
For love...
No, for something
only faintly resembling it;
a facade.
No, not love,
something else...
twisted and thorny,
coming on so slowly.
The first touch like fingertips.
Until its too late.
You only notice
how trapped you are
when skin is broken
teeth are gnashed
pain seers from every part.
Yes, you can escape
pull out your own dagger
and cut yourself free.
Yes, you're free,
but it's when you turn
to catch a glimpse
over your shoulder
that you realize
your heart is caught
back in the thorns,
trapped in this
Redition