I remember
how the sky looked.
Your lips made my mouth numb.
Your face
grew closer to her neck.
It’s easy to play dumb.

I remember
all the chaos.
The frantic, nervous sounds.
I don’t remember much,
though,
once I hit the ground.

Everything went black.
Everything got cold.
I’m standing
on a sidewalk,
screaming,
“Over my dead body!”

I remember
tender spiderwebs.
All violet,
yellow,
blue.
It seems with one eye open,
still all I see is you.
I guess there was no casualty
that could make you refuse.
I hide
behind a strangled mind.
You tell me,
“Winners never lose.”
A hostage situation.
I know I should,
but I can’t leave
you
all alone
somewhere.
I know you don’t,
but I still care.
This Stockholm syndrome
might just be the death of me.