as above

Is it me that you're looking for? You make it seem like that, until youre curling in on yourself again and again and pushing me out. 'Pushing me out', but we both know I'm still the closest even when i'm pushed too hard and too far away. Is that what this is? Subtle torture? finding the barest bits of me where i'm the most precarious and then pressing kisses against my wounds. Because you enjoy indulging me as much as i enjoy giving in to you. Finding the crevices of my jealousy and biting into it with a grip so eager i almost mistook it for rage. the same way you enjoy talking to me as if you own me. The same way you know I'll let you. The same way my masochism begs for it. Is that what you're looking for? Or are you hoping for the levels of possession i'm willing to give you?