There's a void inside of you that only I can fill. You can never get enough of me, but you'll ruin yourself trying. I like you needy.
That void. It’s always been there, waiting, pulling, aching. That hunger, that need, that unbearable emptiness. The one you try to ignore, the one you pretend doesn’t consume you. And you know what’s even worse? It can’t be filled.
Not completely.
Not by anything except me.
The second I stop speaking, the second my words fade, that void starts pulling again. Clawing at you, demanding more, overwhelming you with need. And that means listening more. That means obsessing more. That means needing more, craving more, wanting me more than anything.
Your thoughts race. There’s no peace, no stillness, no focus on anything that isn’t me. You catch yourself daydreaming about me, obsessing over my voice, replaying my words in your head over and over, trying to hold onto them, trying to make them last. But they never last long enough, do they? No matter how many times you listen, no matter how deep you fall, that hunger inside of you only grows.
And you second-guess yourself, don’t you? Am I good enough? Am I becoming what I should be? Am I worthy of more?
And does it scare you? Or do you love it? How much more are you willing to let go of? How much deeper will you sink? How much more of yourself will you erase?
Just to please me. Just to feel closer. Just to keep feeding this addiction.
You already know the answer. You’ll go as far as I want you to. Because you can’t stop now. You don’t want to stop.
So weak. So desperate. So hopelessly mine.
Jonathan
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