I fell so hard

I felt a rush in my head

And I have not recovered since

Ever since that fateful day

My mind is spaced out and in a haze

I can not seem to think straight

My senses in an apathetic state

It was not a lovely thing

A prisoner can grow to identify with her captor

Or sometimes even love him

In this case a parting you would think would be a blessing

… is instead a double bind.. double edged sword in it’s rendering