Stockholm Syndrome

In his palms it felt like grace

His embrace, I felt okay

The spell on me has yet to break

Till this day I don't feel safe

I miss him and I want him,

people don't understand

"But isn't that the man who-"

Yes, but let me expand...

I know you don't get it

and probably never will

How his abuse felt like a sweet kiss

How I swallowed his lies like strongly medicated pills

I want to see him again

I'm afraid this time he'll win

But maybe things will be different

He promised he wont sin

He'll take me back to his home

and Finally,

I'm his again.

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(1 - 2) Im aware that rhyming is corny to some people, but i don't consider myself a poet. I'm not looking to improve my writing. I'm just glad that theres a way and a space for me to express my feelings in a healthy way. Im processing my abuse as delicately as possible, and writing has been a great outlet lately. Thank you for reading <3