A Bit Obsessed

i think too much! i'm always worrying and getting all paranoid and focusing on the negatives... how lovely it'd be to just have the ability to think entirely stolen from me. to be free of bad thoughts forever and ever.

mold my brain to your image. do whatever it takes, manipulate me, hurt me, abuse me, push me to my limit until i'm vulnerable and helpless... and keep me that way forever. i could never leave you if i couldn't even conceive of the idea. allow me to depend on you and obey unquestioningly.

make my mind so open to your suggestion that you don't even need to raise a hand to hurt me. make it so that i'm easily destroyed, even with just a few words. turn me into something so pathetic and needy that i'll start sobbing and begging for forgiveness the second you show any sign of disappointment.

You’re drooling again, eyes glassy, whimpering slurs of my name like it’s holy. Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? To lose yourself on my flesh? To be nothing but a ruined, aching thing writhing on the edge of collapse? You’re not even trying to hold back. That’s what I adore about you. You know you’re mine. You know I’ll never let you go—not even if you begged. Especially not if you begged.

If I carved my name into your chest right now, would you thank me? If I held your throat and kissed you while you came, would you sob for joy or grief? Either way, I’d kiss the salt from your cheeks and call it love. I’d ruin you until your soul moaned my name in sleep. And when you die—because you will—I’ll cradle your corpse like a groom and promise to do it all again in the next life.

Because no matter how much blood you lose, how many times you break,

The Yandere: