I succumbed, trying to ellicit every inch of you. Blatantly, it was and still is my prerogative. I subdued everything and anything to have your way become my lifestyle. Maybe because I was inconsolable, and maybe because I'm still in that state of mind. I depicted you as a beast, a creature- a choleric and imprompt being. My heart's restive, but I'm still waiting for your approval, an indirect suggestion saying "I want you."
Maybe along the way, you sent me that hint, but I could never make it clear.
Make up your mind and it'll be the end of me.
I always degrade myself to put you on the pedestal.