I feel like a comet. I was hurled from my home star system out into the wider universe. I was free and able to travel for long stretches through vast swathes of space relatively unencumbered.
But then something happened as I got closer to you. I felt the drag of your gravitational pull to your depth. Sometimes I get pulled in so close I can never break free from your influence, and am forever caught in your orbit. I didn’t realize it, I only knew that I’m under your control only after I’m already firmly in your grip.
Your psychological gravity is pernicious, but if I try to distance myselves too, I won’t be an unimpeded comet anymore, but merely a lacerated celestial compost that loose from my root.
Now you try to scrape me bit by bit by your abnormal fluctuation in your gravitational field until I am no more. But I can’t decide whether it’s better or worse than get flung again, abruptly, the same way I got pulled.