It’s like I want you to fight back or something.
Why can’t I stop?
I play with you like a fox with helpless rabbit.
I take it too far.
I pull your clothes too hard.
I throw too much.
I lock you out of the room.
I laugh too much at you.
Tonight was the first night you kicked me out.
You’re far too gentle to ever do so…so you did it with your eyes.
You usually cave and come after me.
Hell- I even left my phone somewhere in your room.
But you practically opened the door for me.
Now I’m sitting here, ashamed of myself.
Pushing you away is what I do.
I need to stop.
But for some reason, it’s as if I need to.