Red, Yellow, and Black

I will destroy you.
If you don't walk away now, you will be nothing but a broken shell of a man unable to stand when this is all over.
I have the power to change you. You will want me more than your own life. Daily you will choose me over your dreams. Day 3 of our relationship, I knew you would starve yourself to be with me.

I tried to warn you. I told you I didn't want to wreck your world by becoming a priority in it.  But you insisted it wouldn't be an issue.
But I feel it.

I feel the deep, horrifying darkness that follows us in our delight. This haunting knowledge that I control you, even beyond your consciousness. You are putty in my fingers for me to mold into whatever brings me pleasure.
I know how to make you feel happy, in love even, but it isn't real. It's me taking advantage of this curious power I have over you.

You don't believe me, I'm not sure you ever will. But I can't watch you die by my own hand.

Red is selfish,
Yellow is initiative,
Black is control.

To love me is suicide.