For the first time ever, I had control over my body in a relationship.
I could call the shots and they would be followed.
If I wanted to stop kissing we did.
And I think I got power hungry with a right I never had before.
Stopping sweet physical moments just because I could.
Because maybe if we went further you would stop loving me for anything other than my skin.
I was testing you at all times.
I didn't want there to ever be a moment when that option was taken away from me.

I rode the breaks, something that eventually breaks the car. I'm sorry, I ruined the only thing that could save us.