Did it start as love?
Whatever it was once,
It ended as some
stockholm syndrome.
You are the problem now,
the seconds in the morning
between sleep and waking.
when its over,
i still wonder who i am.
On one of our last days
when the shackles were tight
but i had found the keys
you said to me
"this was the kiss,
but you shifted.
this was your chance but
you missed it."
Did it start as love?
In any case,
i'm better now
disoriented
and indifferent.
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