Say it to me. I want to hear you say it. You know what I want to hear. “I love you.” Tell me how much you love me. Tell me how much you adore me. Tell me how much you worship me. I love hearing you say it. I also love knowing that you’ll never have it. You’ll never have my love. You’ll never have my desire. You’ll never have my attention. But that desperation sure does make you into my bitch, doesn’t it? And you want to be my bitch, don’t you? You want to be around me? You want to be close to me? You want to be with me? How much are you willing to pay for it?
