I Love You…
So gullible, pathetic, oh how easily you fall, a little mystery and attitude, has you eating from my palm.
Shrugs my shoulders, brush you off, how your fiending for it now, touch you slowly, kiss you soft, and those jeans are coming down.
Addicted to my confidence, a sucker for my eyes, have you high off of my cockiness, saying “I’m not like other guys.”
Confessing things you’ve never told no one, seems so easy to confide, aroused by understanding, “how does he never seem surprised?”
“His timing is so perfect, I’ve never seen him slip up once, oh how he proves that I’m not worthless, I’ll do anything he wants!”
I’ll push you to your limits, things you never thought that you could do, so easily persuaded, how you long for something new.
Display my presence as a home for you, you seem to only rest with me, manipulations taken over you, ironic how it’s set you free.
Your happy now and prideful, yes your open as can be! Everything seems oh so perfect, because thats how I wish for it to be.
Any move I don’t approve of, you will feel as it’s a crime, all it took me was a glare, to send a chill straight to your spine.
Your wrapped around my finger now, you linger on my tone of voice, my every wish is your desire, as if you ever had a choice.
Your my favorite puppet, favorite strings and favorite wares, and the truth is that you love it, not granted permission to despair.
I control your every instinct, every wish and every woe, as you convey them every instant, convinced that their your own.
So your independent, happy, say “I Love You” with a kiss, with a chuckle I return it, ignorant to the words that leave your lips.
So gullible, pathetic, oh how easily you fall, Simply acknowledge your existence, now your standing there in awe.
Your a hollow human being, being fondled by king, you’ve been a puppet your whole life, all I ever did was pull the strings.
Flash a smile, grab your thighs, say everything you need to hear, direct you right, correct your life, thought of me leaving is your fear….
Love is not a feeling, its something you choose at certain points,you say you love me but you lie , because you’ve never had a choice.
