my fingers dance around this flame, just as you dance around me

You know not what to do with me, and that is why I am done with you. No, actually that is not true. Because I would be bothered if you knew what to do with me. I don't even know what to do with me. We are done because I warned that you couldnt handle me and you exclaimed, "yes! i surely can!" and i said okay... and when you could not you became angry with  me, upset, because you could not tame me, could not control me. My outbursts of emotion. My spontaneous urges of travel and how I eat dessert for lunch every day. You could not handle that I am the biggest and proudest lightweight there is, you could not even handle when I vented my problems at you. As if all I am to you is a heaping pile of problems. Hah. I hate you. What I hated most is when you didn't believe me when I told you things,and when I was upset you claimed to believe me but stated I had to be exaggerating because everything that comes out of my mouth is off the wall. Like how he hit me, like how I taught a high school class and won awards like how i was on Oprah. Like fuck you. Like HOW I fucked you. UGH you disgust me. goodbye. Goodbye because I dont want to be handled. I dont want to test somebody into trying to handle me. I say it because its true. And what do I expect in return? Love, love is all I ever wanted from you. Goodbye.