Stockholm Syndrome

I will stay 

Because leaving feelings like failure

Like loss of a love I am yet to know

A love I’ve been longing for

Your sweet nothings 

They’re proof enough
They make me forget the times you hurt me

Violate and manipulate me

But lows are inevitable

Pleasure and pain go together 

Sometimes you need to refill your cup 

You’re not actually neglecting me

And the highs are electric 
Fire! Like The-Dream’s Falsetto 

Ecstasy! A premonition of what could be

A beautiful fantasy

So I will stay

Clinging to you 
To the promise of change 

And the illusion that our bond is true

• Sarah Kenyi © 2025