When he took me away I was scared
13 years old with a growing mind and future ahead to jump into
Little by little he took that away
He painted my walls grey
He muffled my cries for help
He tied me in chains
He drained the beauty out of each day
I didn’t deserve to have it
15 years old with a permanent affliction of entrapment
The bleak environment I bred in devoured me
He stole the escapes in my dreams
He kissed his palm before slapping my cheek
He called me beautiful as I lay on the bathroom floor
He patched up the cuts from his sharp grasp
I began to think I didn’t deserve to have him
17 years old things have shifted in our four walls
He holds me when life drowns the person I have become
He walks with me into wars with others who don’t understand
He calms my irrational fears through a glance
He has made me love him for the years we spent together
When he took me away I was scared
But things have changed
And now I’ve fallen for him.
Stock·holm Syn·drome
noun
def./ feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
Another reflection to ed. Stockholm Syndrome is in my room