breaking your legs so i have to take care of you. unable to leave you all helpless, not after everything you’ve done for me! i got to be there for you in your time of need, isn’t that what a good pet does?
kissing alcohol in their mouth trying to get them the drunkest and sloppiest they can be. just pushing more alcohol down their throat, disguising it as a kiss cause I know they don’t like the taste. observing how it’s hitting them by how sloppy and gross our kisses get.
teaching you how to kiss, coaching and pulling away to talk you through it. getting in your head so if you ever kiss someone other than me you’ll still me have to think back to me.
I become so toxic when I like someone, got me thinking thoughts like man I wonder if the thought of me even talking to someone else gets you as violent and pissed off as it gets me.
you ever get waves of like possessiveness, like you’ll just be at work or something and out of nowhere have a little thought creep in your head and think like i wanna break the hands of anyone who tries touching you, you’re mine and only mine.