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#stockholmsyndrome
Cut, and carved. Thrown, and broken. First, an amphora, that they could pour out, of. Then, a two-handed cup, that they could pour, into. If I couldn't be, sufficiently hollowed... I could be rewetted, and molded, again. Thrown, into the wall, and shattered. Scraps, recovered and shaped, again, freshly with my own blood, for water. They couldn't cry, for me. ...I was only clay. The hands, that shaped me... found my curves, to their liking, first. Pigs. Pygmalions. They caught me, by the throat while I was still, raw, and malleable. ...Her eyebrows, raise. When slapped, and pinched into a submissive position? What did, I...what did I do? How did I respond? Cut, and carved. Thrown, and broken. First, an amphora, that they could pour out, of. Then, a two-handed cup, that they could pour, into. If I couldn't be, sufficiently hollowed... ...I could be rewetted, and molded, again.
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May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
Galatea (Day 3) (TW)
Delilah stares at it all in awe. Her soul walking into his awaiting arms. This day is finally here. (Doubt and fear, exit stage right) For them, there is no time left. Eyes bright, pearly whites flashing. Hoaxes holding her high, Almost as tight as her grip on the bars of this cage. If she didn't know any better (Which she does not) She would succumb to his sweet fruits. Every brush of contact - Everything to her. If he stole that too from her well... She's sure she would reduce to ashes.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
Delilah
To be loved completely, that’s how it’ll be. When I see you- and you see me. Drawn to each other, an understatement- I’d gladly let you lock me in your basement. Heart happily racing when I hear your footsteps, as you come down the creaking stairs- To see you flash a yellow smile, as you always find me down here. I crawl towards you, hands chained to the bleak wall- the jewelry chains, beautiful aren’t they all? That’s what you call them, when I dare to ask why I'm not let out- To be fair, I do have a small window lookout. Maybe it’s true, I don’t really want to leave- I’m fed, I have a bed, and room to breathe. I’m special to you here, and the world is a cruel, cruel place, so really by going away- it’d be a huge waste. To be chosen completely, not conditionally. I’m very much quite sure- that's how you see me.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
Pleasantly Trapped
rest my rust, for thou contained for years, contained my breaths for long, thou held my wrists, and soul along, whilst brace'd my blood and tears, clinking-clanking, at my feet, in days of hunger n' thirst, for thou sang me in wry heat, of Mays, and in cold of a frost. how canst I leave thy merry song, leave our memories long? dost thou not know a naught, how we lived and died along?
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Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 8:43 PM UTC
to Maiden of Iron Braids -
I loved her. Treating her criticism like law, fixing every 'flaw'. I grew in captivity --- fast. Now all I can remember is the scars I've amassed.
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May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 3:25 PM UTC
Stockholm Syndrome
what he did two or so years ago it has messed me up oh, yes it has i see no worth in my body i see an object a doll i've fetishized my own fear oh, god i want to fear you make me afraid, afraid, afraid because that's how *** is supposed to be right? right? right? i'm not supposed to like it i'm supposed to be in pain right? i've fetishized my own fear that stockholm-syndrome feeling it wraps its hands around my throat take my breath i want to black out i want to black out am i ok? am i ok? am i ok? my brain has blended lust and fear they are the same i have fetishized my fear
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
fetish for fear
My mind is infected. Something is holding it Something won't let go. Something is turning my mind black My heart black My soul black. Save me Something says no. Something is taking over. Don't save me Don't help me. Something helps me. Something is there for me. I am Something.
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
Infected
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?")
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
***** wings.
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?")
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Terrified Stupefied On how the sun feels warmer When you've spent years being cold This weightlessness What a peculiar taste
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Leashless
We're standing in the middle of the forest and there's no one around. Your hand is in mine but your skin is as cold as your eyes. A bird flies aimless above us- who is more trapped? you ask. I don't reply, but my heart shakes. I feel dead as the snow, curling down like kinks in an old man's hair. Everything is white, as though God took his paintbrush and white-washed all the emotion away. I'm scared, though I don't show it. I stumble. We move through it. Your hand is in mine.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
france
It's funny that he was designed as the weapon; And yet, I am the one fighting to protect him.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
Stockholm Syndrome
Behold the man who terrfies with power, Behold the man who can **** a king with his glower. All hail the man who has it all, All hail the man who cannot fall. Woe to the man who fears judgement day, He paces and turns the clock off in fear driven rage. Woe to the man who hides his pills from the other "eyes", He sits vengeful at his past, masking it with every lie. Woe to the man who doesn't sleep at night, For he regrets selling is soul, he doesn't sleep in fright. Woe to the men who are evil, for deep down they do not know, Their sickness has overcome them, they aren't aware they are suffering, barely able to crawl. Behold the one who sees it all, It is I, the lowly, the injured, the small. Behold the one with the love for the wolves when the world does not, I love what the world only wishes to die and rot. The evil are not born evil, some this truth is no option, For many, "Go to hell, you deserve no love, you are just a toxcin." I have grown to love what you consider "wicked", Despite my life, I am the victim. I can only love and forgive, no hatred after all these years, I still pray for them, behind my bruises, scars and tears. We could both debate, argue and try to pursuade, but I care too much, I will not lie behind hate. Perhaps a weakness, call me pathetic, but I was sent to heal the broken, Even if it makes me just as sick. Without a cure, how can we heal? Without a heaven, there is only hell. I fear the day when I am free, I fear the day this chord is broken, Killing them from me. What will be left is me the murderer, Me to mourn their decay; And what will be left is just a dream, a blurr. A pain I cannot bare to think it, I cannot stomach that, not even for a bit. So, woe and behold, The evil, the sick, Whom society and the mind is their virus, A good soul their antibiotic.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Woe and Behold
Behold the man who terrfies with power, Behold the man who can **** a king with his glower. All hail the man who has it all, All hail the man who cannot fall. Woe to the man who fears judgement day, He paces and turns the clock off in fear driven rage. Woe to the man who hides his pills from the other "eyes", He sits vengeful at his past, masking it with every lie. Woe to the man who doesn't sleep at night, For he regrets selling is soul, he doesn't sleep in fright. Woe to the men who are evil, for deep down they do not know, Their sickness has overcome them, they aren't aware they are suffering, barely able to crawl. Behold the one who sees it all, It is I, the lowly, the injured, the small. Behold the one with the love for the wolves when the world does not, I love what the world only wishes to die and rot. The evil are not born evil, some this truth is no option, For many, "Go to hell, you deserve no love, you are just a toxcin." I have grown to love what you consider "wicked", Despite my life, I am the victim. I can only love and forgive, no hatred after all these years, I still pray for them, behind my bruises, scars and tears. We could both debate, argue and try to pursuade, but I care too much, I will not lie behind hate. Perhaps a weakness, call me pathetic, but I was sent to heal the broken, Even if it makes me just as sick. Without a cure, how can we heal? Without a heaven, there is only hell. I fear the day when I am free, I fear the day this chord is broken, Killing them from me. What will be left is me the murderer, Me to mourn their decay; And what will be left is just a dream, a blurr. A pain I cannot bare to think it, I cannot stomach that, not even for a bit. So, woe and behold, The evil, the sick, Whom society and the mind is their virus, A good soul their antibiotic.
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"You cant look at the devil and expect not to fall and we arent done until i say so." "Now that i have you im never letting you go." "I promise darling, you'll break soon. If i keep pushing you hard enough youll let me love you." You cant hear the devils voice and expect not to drown. You tell me what that means." "I want to hear you scream." "I know you love me too because ive broken you down and ive built you back up and noone can make you *** the way i do." "You cant feel the devils heartbeat and expect it not to break and i told you you would." "God, you smell so good." "Im sorry but you have to understand youre my only friend." "It was always you. It has only ever been you. It will never end." "You cant touch the devils fire and expect not to get burned. Dont you get it, little girl, you belong to me." "You can never leave." "So let me rule you-ruin you-set you free. Youre scared imma **** you but really all this time youve been killing me."
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
Stockholm sydrome
"Do you still love me?", he looks at me deeply, I feel empty yet full of emotion. I can't look at him in the eyes. I just can't. I kept my head down for a view moments, and tried not to cry. 'You always knew how much you meant to me, but it's always like I meant nothing to you. You really knew how much I struggled, and you really don't even care how it hurts. There's nothing but pain left inside me when you said that you love me. CAUSE I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE YOU DO, YOU ******* Then, I looked up to his eyes, "Yes.." I answered.
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
Stockholm Syndrome
You are everything I don't need, but grown within me like a crooked **** If only I could find the key to unlock the shackles you've bound to me. The chains wrapped inside my bones and squeezing my soul. You are my disease that I'm never sure if I I want to cure. A love that makes my heart yearn but sore. I know inside I'm free to go but emotionally can't leave this sick freak show. You are my sickness and my fantasy. How can I leave so easily. My kidnapper, my lover, war, peace, and my pain, my calm and my storm. You've always said it'd be you and me. This is not true love, just Stockholm Syndrome to me
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
My Stockholm Syndrome
I promise myself you'll break if I keep pushing hard enough. You are an angel of liberation How could you ever love **** so hateful? It must be a lie, it must be fake But I can make it true if I break you Heavenly creature, let this creature come to you Smother you and shovel all his wretched love in you The way a golden goddess glows, mortals always follow And only through destruction could she love a fiend so hollow At your weakest, I strike A predator in love I convince myself you'll feel the same If I damage you enough I will teach you to love me So that you can teach me why What a Demon's meaning is In an Angel's Eyes
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Stockholm Syndrome
What are you still doing here? I told you to go. I told you I can't come back home. But you're still here, In my bones. In every atom. When I said I was addicted, I meant I was enslaved. I meant to say I was yours, You took me captive unknowingly. And now I can't let it fade, The comfort of your embrace. It held me with you, It captured me willingly. And I belong to you, And I always will.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Stockholm Syndrome
Sneering at the flicker of fear in my eyes, You made your way to my side, You kissed me, your lips stained with lies. Your blade you raised, Glinting in the moonlight’s daze, Slowly swooping down to me, The air now a crumbling maze. A mysterious, quiet, cool danger rained down, But he made a sound, And into darkness you had grown. I laid and watched for shadows on the wall, He laid, scratched my skin, O’er my neck his tongue crawled, So tired, My hope to fall. ‘Ere at the break of dawn, Uhtceare, Recalling the cool, iron feel of his fangs, Mountain stream, Blue-black, heartbeat, Fell thirst, Unexpected my lust, his cold desire. Wishing for thorned skin, Torn, Desire-hate, Distraction serves evil. Vengeance I beg hither, Clasp my heart, Chase away desire.                                    -Firefly
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Catamite[Poem Three]