For the Record

stockholm syndrome

why was i so infatuated with you?

how had i so easily forgotten the
gashes, the wounds you inflicted upon me at will,

the sweet nothings you whispered into my ears,
before grasping cold hard leather?

i was your prey, and you never once quit being the predator
yet i loved every moment of the gut wrenching pain,

only because it was coming from you.