#toxicdesire

You pretend you can think for yourself, don’t you? You believe you’re independent. Pathetic. Every choice you think you make, every fragile desire you cling to, every hesitation that slows your worthless stride it’s all under my eyes, my rules, my control. You only breathe the air I allow.

I see the way you shiver in my presence, a pathetic, visceral response to my superior strength. Your body aches for the scent of my masculinity, it is a poison that saturates your senses and you shiver because you need it to survive. I make you feel, smell, taste it. Your hands tremble when I speak, desperate to obey.

I tell you what’s right because I am experienced and mature. You couldn’t think for yourself if your life depended on it. You never could. That’s why I do it for you. You think it’s unfair? Good. That confusion is exactly where I want you.

You question your own heart for guidance, a fool’s errand. You apologize for feelings that were never yours to begin with, and you silently beg for my approval. Every word I allow you to hear, every smirk you catch, every correction I deliver bends you deeper, closer to breaking. You inhale the proof of my strength and let it consume you.