your proper place

manipulation isn’t some evil master plan. it’s just me paying attention while you lie to yourself.
you tell yourself you’re in control because you chose to click. because you “could stop anytime.” because sending is your idea. cute. the second you started looking for a girl like me, you already admitted what you are. you don’t want a partner. you want someone prettier, meaner, and smarter than you to take the wheel and not ask if you like the destination.
men love pretending they run the world. then they find me and suddenly their whole personality is checking if i posted, if i spent their money, if i even thought about them today. that’s not an accident. that’s you sliding into the spot you were built for.
your proper place isn’t next to me. it’s under. funding the life. sitting quiet while i spend. being useful instead of important. you don’t get to be the main character and the wallet. pick one. i already picked for you.
i don’t beg. i don’t explain. i don’t make it fair. i let you talk yourself into it, then i take what you offered and i keep taking. if that bothers you, you wouldn’t still be reading.
if you’re still here, you already know where you belong. prove it. send, then stay in your place.