Of Life, Love and Organs

Shackles wrap around my arms,
Scorching my wrists with blood.
There’s much to stop me from coming to harm,
But these are the shackles of love.

My chest hurts for the care,
My heart beats to the rhythm of yours.
I need it back, I don’t think I can bear,
To see my heart scattered across the floor.

But chained I am, held to the wall,
Helpless to see it stray.
You stole it with no effort at all,
No plans to return it someday.

You are the master, I am a toy,
Retaking control is not on the cards.
For I fell for you when I was merely a boy,
But a man would not find this so hard.