Control (h i a t u s)

If you were to ask me then, what it was that drew me into you, I'd shrug my shoulders. Because at the time, I really didn't know. Honestly. But now that I look back, I knew exactly what it was.
Control.
You were so damned dominant, and controlling.
And that's something I lacked in my life. Since I was a girl I'd gotten everything I wanted, from everyone. I had the best Barbie Dream House, and the newest designer bags. I chose what I did, and when I did it. With you, I couldn't act that way. Somehow, you stapled my feet to the ground, and tied strings to my fingers, making me your permanent puppet doll. Your entertainment. Well, it felt permanent at least.