Control

Sometimes I love to break you down,
to watch you crumble beneath the weight.
The looming pressure crippling your being,
crushing you until you can barely breathe.

Sometimes I love to see you cry,
to watch you give in to your loss.
The hopeless tears you can't hold back,
because you know you can never win.

Sometimes I love to hear you scream,
that sickening yelp for some kind of release.
That helpless shriek, the shrill cry of pain;
ultimate submission, begging for escape.

Sometimes I love to stand back and watch
as you try to claw your way out of the hole.
Refusing to offer the lifeline I have,
I'd much rather see you weaken and fall.

Other times I just love to hold you close,
to allow you to feel safe and secure.
Knowing that in a split second I could end it all,
I have you under my total control.