I wish

I wish I could show you my skin. Let you feel these sad scars you engraved upon my flesh. I can't show you that though,  because that shows you that I need you.

And that's all part of your plan, isn't it. 

You want me to need you like I need this toxic oxygen, so that you can wrap your pretty fingers around my sore throat and hold on to me like a life vest. Just so you can pull my strings all you want, and I'll still be right here for you to fall on.