starrydynamo

I used to speak to you in extended parentheses because I found there was little else you could comprehend. Between us, silence was more substantial than anything either of us could have said. I could not speak to you in English; I could not explain my thoughts within the elaborate context to which they belonged. You did not value eloquence and had no appreciation for the written word. I told you nothing of myself that wasnt in laymans terms, and even then it seemed to far outweigh your intellectual capacity. I finally stopped trying to enlighten you and gave up all hope I had of you ever becoming educated. You were far to dull to be intelligent.
For the first two months of our relationship I was alive, on drugs, and thriving. You were overwhelmed by my abruptness and sarcastic wit, you had never met anyone who did not cower behind false appearances and lie to be accepted. I was reckless and devastating, and greater than anything you had ever seen. You were charmed. You were intimidated. And I, I was indifferent. I had lost sight of the innocence you still possessed and while I was not perfect, I was whole. Your entire world was merely my 1st dimension and I could not understand how someone could be so nave and remain content in such a state of ignorance.
I was blissful and complete in my little orb of chaos that I so treasured and maintained in all of its exalted glory. I was worldly and knowledgeable and it terrified you. You lived through my stories of grandeur because you were too ashamed and too cowardly to partake in any audacious ventures of your own. You had no dreams, no hopes, no goals, no future, and no potential. You still dont, and you never will.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not awaken your instincts. I pulled you to cliffs and told you to look down upon the grim ruins, in an attempt to convince you that all things can end, but your eyes stayed clenched tightly shut and I could see your knuckles turning white. I held your head close to the wall when the neighbors got belligerent and watched your inquisitive expression mature into abhorrence, unable to hear the humor in their drunken hours spent battling over broken bottles, remote controls and stained chairs. You refused to live in a caustic world; you were too craven to accept reality. And still, you avow that I am weak.
Eventually, you tamed me. You convinced me that I could not be with you and simultaneously preserve all of my insecurities and faults. I surrendered my unruly lifestyle and exchanged it for the nauseatingly bleak existence that you lead. You broke me and annihilated every last ounce of my dignity and charisma because you could not handle me when I was spontaneous, impulsive and magnetic. You could not accept that I had savored every experience and absorbed every ounce of life that I had encountered. You could not handle the fact that I had more passion and enthusiasm in one hair follicle than you had in your entire worthless being. You could not be satisfied knowing that I was still alive, while you were so unfathomably dead.
I got sick. I could not put up such revolting fronts for so long and I broke down and rebelled. I no longer took pity upon you when you did something wrong and it terrified you to see that I was no longer complacent and numb to your selfish ways and vile behavior. It shook you off your high horse when the one you had so self-righteously spouted over and boasted for having controlled suddenly said No. I refused to feign sympathy for the problems you never had. You knew that I was far more powerful than anything you were capable of comprehending, and you knew you had to let me go. You had no choice but to watch me tarnish the sanctimonious name you had given yourself when I revealed the truth behind your dealings. I told everyone what you really did and learned of the lies you had been feeding them. I tore you apart, limb from limb, and smiled when I saw you shatter. I chuckled as I watched you bleed. I feel no guilt. I have no shame.
You have always known that I am not a force to be reckoned with. You are the only one to blame.
Three cheers for sweet revenge.