Love for me - Stockholm for Rest

I am a captive in this place,

Held against my will in this space.

But though I long to break free,

Something inside of me won't let me flee.

For in my captor's arms I find,

A solace that is hard to define.

Though they took me without my consent,

I find myself longing for their scent.

They hold me close and whisper sweet,

And in their embrace I find retreat.

It's twisted, I know, but yet it's true,

In their arms I feel renewed.

I know this love is not right,

That I should not give in to this plight.

But something within me cannot resist,

The warmth of their touch, the taste of their kiss.

So here I am, held captive by love,

Trapped in a prison with no way above.

I know I should break free and leave,

But in their arms is where I find reprieve.

And so I stay, a captive of my heart,

Trapped in a love that tears me apart.

A Stockholm syndrome of my own making,

A prisoner to a love that's overtaking.

Though I know I should fight and resist,

This love has become too hard to dismiss.

I'm a prisoner of my own desires,

My heart is captive to these unquenched fires.

I long to be free, to leave this place,

To break these shackles that bind my embrace.

But every time I try to leave,

Their touch, their voice, makes my heart grieve.

I know that this is not the way,

That love shouldn't hold me captive in this fray.

But the feelings within me are so strong,

That I can't help but feel that I belong.

So here I'll stay, a captive of love,

Trapped in a world that fits me like a glove.

Though it's not right, I'll still hold on,

And pray that one day I'll find a new dawn.

Until then, I'll remain their captive,

A Stockholm syndrome that's become adaptive.

For love, though twisted, is still love,

And it's something that I just can't get enough of.