I run all around, and I

Jump up and down, but no

Matter the distance traveled,

I still feel pinned down.

 

I could move out of state,

I could even change my name,

I could raise an army against her, but I'm

Pinned to the ground.

 

The part of me that needs to please,

That part emerges in my dreams,

It yells, it screams, it cries, it teems

With rage-

That she refuses to be in the same book,

Let alone on the same page.

 

And worst of all, I'm pinned beneath the bookmark that I've left for her,

Just in case she chooses to come around.

 

I listen close but I don't hear the sound

Of the flap of pages turning,

So pinned I am, forever yearning.