Stockholm Syndrome

I stay because leaving feels like failure

Like loss of a love I am yet to know
A love I’ve been longing for

Your sweet nothings are proof enough
They make me forget the times you hurt me

Violated and continuously manipulate me

But the highs are electric 
Fire! Like the Dream’s Falsetto 
Ecstasy! A premonition of what could be

A beautiful fantasy 

And lows are inevitable

Pleasure and pain go together 

Sometimes you need to refill your cup 

You’re not actually neglecting me

So I will stay

Clinging to you 
To the promise of change 

And the illusion that our bond is true

• Sarah Kenyi © 2025