you want me but you don’t.
you wont let me go but wont ask me to stay.
you ask me to stay but only when you know that I can’t.
you want me. but only so no one else can have me.
you drag me down this path of deceit with you. you want me. But for all the wrong reasons. Not for who i truly am.
you won’t let go of me. even though you need to.
you won’t set me free.
you want me.
but you don’t love me
you desperately cling to me. unable to give me up.
but you don’t love me. No matter what you say.
you know better. you have to know better. but despite that, you won’t let me go.
I am messy. I am dysfunctional. I am fucked up. But I only let you see the pieces that I’ve carefully crafted. The pieces that I want you to see.
you think you’ve seen my messy,destructive behavior. you think you know all about me. and you think you love it all. But you don’t. All you see is a manipulation. An image pieced bit by bit together to give you what you want, what you crave. an arranged construction.
everything you see is a projection. none of it is real. a blueprint of your innermost desires.
and to you, I’m just an innocent. just a girl. a girl that you enjoy corrupting.
But you are wrong. I am a fucking woman. And you have no clue what you’re dealing with.
And with a woman, you don’t realize until it is too late.