Stockholm Syndrome
I miss your bones
Colliding into mine
I miss your skin
Leaving marks
on my neck
I miss your knuckles
Bruised as they are
I miss my tears
Cascading
down
my
face
I am
your
heaven
You are
my
hell.
Flesh and blood
forever be
I
miss
you
hurting
me.
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