I Hate That You Can read Me

You read me like you wrote this story-
Like youve spoken all these silly little words before.
You know how it started
You know where this goes-how it all ends so anticlimactically. 
 But you continue.
 You indulge me with our games 
With your taunts and my teases
You continue
You cant wait to rush into it
Recalling the fate entitled encounter between the two of us
It makes you giddy inside doesnt it?
Knowing how you can twist my words
 Retell my story.
You already know how it ends
You know
So you stop.
You love this silence
What it does to me
So you prolong it
Drag it out
Avoid the end at all costs
Until it was necessary
Until you were finally ready.  
And than, than, you could finally let me in on a secret ive always known.
You can read me
Always knew what I wanted you to say
But you never said it
What I craved the most
You couldnt give me that
So you read me until you got bored
And I still waited..
Im still waiting.