An Open Question:
Why do we keep staying in toxic relationships?
Why do we return to the ones who hurt most?
Is love- Just willing to be an ever-relenting punch bag, worth naught?
Or is it being a devotee, hoping for a miracle from their God?
Is it fear of loosing what's known,
Be it, a nasty wound inflicting spore?
Or perhaps, it is what's nearest to,
A small-time, guilty pleasure door?
And after all, is it but, a disguised-
Gloriourified Stockholm Syndrome?
(Any answers in comments would be highly appreciated)
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