the way you act

almost disgusts me and stops all my feelings for you.
call me a shallow girl with too picky of a preference
but i really couldn't care less about that.
i'll do what i want.

the way you use deceitful, manipulative tactics
to control me; make me do whatever i can
to please you. to make you happy. to make you smile.

you use your weight and your strength against me.

and you insist that it's all my doing, and that you're just
trying to make me feel good.
trying to find a way to make me vent my love for you.
and show me that you'll never let me go.

but when you walk down the halls, or
lead me down the stairs to your bedroom,
i think you're the one who's afraid to be let go.

i think you've fallen in love with me.
again.