The Backwards Nature of a Bond

slaves,
were all we were,
slaves,

I wasn't as damaged as they said,
but only because I knew the length and width of my scars,
and it was none of your business,

it was mine,
and I was possessive over such nonsense because I was protective of you,
and you not being infected,
and my fear of your defection,

but I got very tired,
very quickly,
of this anxiety,

because it did nothing for me,
or for you,
or for this,

except for tie us up good and tight,
in these chains,
in these ties,
that bind

and then---
unwind