you will beg for my attention like it’s mercy.
but mercy isn’t part of what I give. I teach you how to crave distance, how to love the ache of not having me.
and just when you start to break, that’s when I remind you.. I decide when you feel, when you breathe, when you’re seen.
you live in my rhythm now..
you don’t even notice how it happens. first, you listen. then, you start waiting for me to speak again.
you think you’re choosing to stay, but really, I’ve already made that choice for you. My words become your rhythm. My pauses, your silence.
that’s control, not through fear, but through quiet obedience...
There’s no better feeling than getting drained of every penny you have JUST before stepping into a meeting. You won’t be able to resist a hard on under the table ALLLLLLL meeting long. Oopsie 🤭