synesthesiology

I radiate sidereal light. I am a hurricane through a room, I am a comet that appears every 700 years. All eyes on me. But you could not tolerate this, you could not accept this. I stifled and subdued, and when I bubbled under the surface, you demanded more control and continue to exhibit control in the only ways you know now. Now you are gone, and I was the problem. I did not play the role in your saga well enough is your excuse, when the reality is you did not know how to deal with a woman who knew how to talk back.