Your true calling in life is to sit kneeling dutifully by my feet at the breakfast table and look up at me adoringly, waiting patiently for me to feed you little nibbles like a spoiled dog. That’s what you are, right? A dumb little pet that gets hand-fed table scraps.
when i told you “im yours” i never meant it in a cute way. possess me, control who i talk to, choose my clothes, give me orders, forbid me to wander too far, get rid of anyone you don’t want around.
i mean : make me yours.