I grow sicker
Day by day
As I realize:
Where I once saw a monster
I now see a man.
("See?
I'm just like you.")
It grows more apparent
Each day I'm by your side
Close enough to see into the soul
I didn't think you had.
("I'm not so bad
After all.")
Don't get me wrong
There's not much there.
While my insides wither
I can see that yours
Are already cold and dead.
Empty.
("Come on, my dear.
Make me feel alive.")
Even when you hurt me
I find myself searching
Seeing right through you.
You break me down
While you're in shambles
Reducing both of us to ruins.
("No!
Don't you dare cry!")
But it's all too clear
In those rare moments
Of misplaced tenderness
That, maybe once
You might have known how to love.
("Hey, angel
Where's your halo?")
Sometimes
In the dead of night
When you're still and serene
I try holding you
Lightly tracing all the lines of your face
Wondering who made you this way.
("Shhh...")
Sometimes
I even wonder
If, because of the way things are going now
I might turn out like you one day.
("Don't look so scared.
You know you're okay.")
So I listen to you breathe
And I watch you dream
And sometimes I swear I hear a sob
And my insides cave in when I realize it's not mine.
("Oh, angel...")
I just wish someone loved you
Before you met me
So that maybe --
Just maybe --
We could both be alright
Maybe even meet
Under much better circumstances.
("Shhh...
Angel...")
And, even when you destroy me
I wish that
Somehow
I could love you.
("Please
Don't cry.")
It makes me sicker
Day by day
That I fall back into the arms
Time and time again
Of a monster
Who was once
A man.
("You know you're safe with me
Right?")
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
I grow sicker
Day by day
As I realize:
Where I once saw a monster
I now see a man.
("See?
I'm just like you.")
It grows more apparent
Each day I'm by your side
Close enough to see into the soul
I didn't think you had.
("I'm not so bad
After all.")
Don't get me wrong
There's not much there.
While my insides wither
I can see that yours
Are already cold and dead.
Empty.
("Come on, my dear.
Make me feel alive.")
Even when you hurt me
I find myself searching
Seeing right through you.
You break me down
While you're in shambles
Reducing both of us to ruins.
("No!
Don't you dare cry!")
But it's all too clear
In those rare moments
Of misplaced tenderness
That, maybe once
You might have known how to love.
("Hey, angel
Where's your halo?")
Sometimes
In the dead of night
When you're still and serene
I try holding you
Lightly tracing all the lines of your face
Wondering who made you this way.
("Shhh...")
Sometimes
I even wonder
If, because of the way things are going now
I might turn out like you one day.
("Don't look so scared.
You know you're okay.")
So I listen to you breathe
And I watch you dream
And sometimes I swear I hear a sob
And my insides cave in when I realize it's not mine.
("Oh, angel...")
I just wish someone loved you
Before you met me
So that maybe --
Just maybe --
We could both be alright
Maybe even meet
Under much better circumstances.
("Shhh...
Angel...")
And, even when you destroy me
I wish that
Somehow
I could love you.
("Please
Don't cry.")
It makes me sicker
Day by day
That I fall back into the arms
Time and time again
Of a monster
Who was once
A man.
("You know you're safe with me
Right?")
Song title and partial inspiration from the Nirvana song, "Polly."
I wanted to take a look at Stockholm Syndrome within a poem. I really hope I did a good job of portraying it accurately.
