Because I kept coming back you thought it was okay to keep hurting me. You couldn't just let me leave-- that was too simple
You wanted me to feel something; pain.
You wanted me not having you to hurt.
You got off on my pain. You got off on the power you had over me. The power to rule me.
You knew that even when I got upset that I would come right back and that's why you didn't fight for me. Or fight to love me back.
You didn't love me. You never did. But you told me those three words to make me stay, to ******* back, to make me want you more.
It's crazy how I stuck around for 6 months just for you to drag me down. You got off on the pain. You loved the power you had over me. You loved how I would do anything for you if you asked-- and sometimes you didn't even have to ask.