Stockholm Syndrome
Love is frightening.
I will never again be
independent.
I am emotionally attached.
And that's terrifying.
I now have a button-
a system override
that is triggered every time
I see those marbled eyes.
And if those eyelashes are headed my way
or that dimple appears again
or those big, rough hands find my hips,
I have no choice in the matter.
I'm trapped.
But I have severe stockholm syndrome.
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