and that’s how it always goes.
he shatters not only your heart but also your soul and mind
and abandons you in the most awful way,
and you’re the one who goes crawling back to him
with what’s left of your broken body,
but his door is locked.

that’s how it always goes; you send him three messages in a row
and they remain unanswered,
as if you were the heartless ***** who did something terrible
when in reality he should be the one filling your inbox
with apologies and saturating your answerphone
with desperate pleas.

that’s how it always goes; he’s the one who mistreated you
and he won’t say a word to you again as if he was the victim,
and you, who should be happy he’s gone
and cursing him with all you’ve got,
gently stroke the bruises he left on your soul,
and you ask for more, and you beg him to take you back.
but that’s how it always goes; now  you know what stockholm syndrome is all about.