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
The neglect and the manipulation

The highs are magical

A premonition of what could be

The lows? Inevitable in any relationship

So I cling to you
To the promise of change
To the beautiful fantasy 
To the illusion that this love is true

• Sarah Kenyi © 2025