Love Lockdown Poem by Beatrice Preti

Love is a crime that binds us to pain
Handcuffed to walls of heartache and blame
Bleeding from scabs cut out of our hearts
Leaving us broken, with souls torn apart
Trapped behind bars of sin and deceit
Locked inside dungeons with hearts incomplete
Love is a crime denounced by our lies
Leaving us broken and empty inside
Love is the secret we sow in the dark
Blown into pieces by one single spark
The fires ignite, sending whole lives in flames
Leaving us charred in the ashes and chains
Chains on our hearts that now have no end
Chains that grow stronger each time we're condemned
Chains wrapping tightly on our hands and knees
Chains that will choke and bear down and squeeze
Love is the chain that binds my heart to yours
Love is the key that locked all of these doors
Locked me inside so you'll never find me
But you should know better — your love cannot bind me
I'm tied to a pipe in the cellar of love
I dangle over cliffs from the branches above
The rocks there are sharper than your love's sting
But when I breathe in your gas, I forget everything
When my head's on the block, I could swear myself true
When my neck's in the noose, I think only of you
When my sentence is passed, I look in your eyes
But, when you look back, all of that love dies
Because I know my crime, and I've done my time
And now that we're through, love's no longer a crime