Is it Stockholm Syndrome
if I’ve never
been your prisoner?
I look into your eyes
and all I see now
is a predator.
I have never considered
myself
to be a weak woman.
All of that changed the
moment you told me.
My world squeezed in on me
the edges
fuzzy,
blurred.
I was no longer the center
of your world
like you have been the center
of mine.
Pain squeezed my heart
as I searched for an
excuse to stay.
You were the one
that I wasn’t supposed to
worry about.
Now I look at you
and you look completely different.
Like I have been sleeping next
to a stranger for 21 months.
How could you take away
the only thing
that made me feel safe…

your love?