Power Games

You have so much power over me, and you know exactly how to use it. You do use it, quite often in fact. But I don't think you know that you're doing it most of the time. And I know for sure that you have no idea how much it can hurt me when you do use it. There are so many times that you take advantage of your power and it feels like the lash of a whip.

I'm sensitive; over sensitive. And you can't seem to grasp that fact. I tell you I'm sensitive, and you'll calm it down slightly for a short while. But soon enough you're back to wielding your power again.

I feel like I can't ever say this to your face, because all you will do is deny it. You'll probably ask me to prove it by pointing out times that you have done so, even though you know when I'm put on the spot like that everything floats out of my head and I can't think of anything. If I did manage to come up with one you would probably deny it, and try to tell me that you weren't using your power. But the thing is the majority of the time you do it without realising.

You hurt me every single day with this power, yet I can't help but forgive you. You were the first person that I let into my real world. You were the first to know the real me. I fell hopelessly in love with you, and I couldn't help going against my rule of not letting anyone get too close. You know how attached and obsessive I get. I am so fragile, yet you continue to use your power to your advantage without knowing. You continue to hurt me without meaning to. You continue to make me weaker, and weaker, because I can't resist you.

I'm addicted.