little by little, i reshape that pretty mind until iβve settled into every thought last nook and cranny, until escaping me feels impossible, and belonging to me feels natural.
i love when they get worse for me, conditioning them so slow and sweet, that they never even notice it happening. tiny little cracks at first, a faint chill when theyβve gone too long without thinking about me, a quiet itch of jealousy whenever my attention strays