You did not understand the depth of your demands, and I wonder if another's response would vary.
I was weak in the face of seduction and your elaborate production, but I realize it now--

I was temporary.

Your sudden desire to be close should have drawn caution, and frankly the memory makes me gag when I consider how my vulnerability was too bittersweet for you.
Were you trying to tame a shrew?

The lack of boundaries was likely my fault, because I felt so wanted I refused to halt you despite my usual sense of self-preservation. You had no reservations about crossing hard borders until my humanity started to bore you.

Every little playful touch and kiss was your way to hold me in a false sense of bliss. I was never worthy of love because then you would have no way to stand above me. Real love requires equality. You used my emotions against me.

Take your pretty light and let me be. I was a dying star in your galaxy.