she was the Green Light,

I was Jane Eyre.

Together we were Wuthering Heights

caught in a manipulative love affair.

She did things under cloak and dagger,

I wore my heart on my sleeve.

they warned me not to trust her,

and she kept me without ticket of leave.

I love being under the influence,

but her’s is one I now rue.

she came with her own dissonance

I never learned to subdue.