You always make my brat come out. Or my inner bitch. Whatever you want to call her. She stomps her feet and throws things, kicks at you and back chats. She smiles that smirk at you because she also knows you like it.
My little brat is good at picking people appart. Finding what frustrates them and poking at it. I normally try to keep her locked away but I must admit that it can be fun when she arrives. It makes us both smile 😈
I dont know why you bring her out. Maybe because I cant seem to annoy you. Which frustrates me more, till you pick on me back and it breaks my mood. Making me laugh. Only you allow me to poke you and kick you like I do. It excites you our little game.
Thats all it is.
A game.
Sometimes I wish you would whisper to me how horrible I am. Yell at me. Point out my flaws. So that I could have a reason to be mad at you. But you just laugh and tell me I'm beautiful.
How am I supposed to move on from you when you just let me use you this way. I am mad at you. Im mad you tell me im perfect and you use that as an excuse to not be with me. Cause it scares you.... So I guess I will just keep kicking at you till I dont need to anymore