You're losing me

Gone

Our relationship was strong. It could handle waves of pressure. It could handle the death of our love and its revival. We loved each other, just seeing one another brightened up our day. Every time a hurricane of hate hit me, Joe was there to share the pain with me. He was there when I lost my reputation. He was there when the whole world turned its back against me. So I asked myself, why couldn't he be there for me when I gained it back? Why couldn't he be there for me when the world hate turned to love?

I would feel our love slipping out of my hands. I was the one holding on to it, keeping it in place. When I voiced my concerns to Joe, he would just reply with a "It's okay, we're okay." It's like he didn't want to advance in our relationship. He got too comfortable. When I told him that I wanted to take our relationship to the next level, all he responded with was, "I don't understand." I know you don't.

The arguments were increasing. Our love was going, and he was just being ignorant to it. We thought a cure would come magically. The thing is, even if it does come, it can't fix whatever mess we made. Our bright love has gone dark and empty. I remember looking at it and loving how comfortable it was, loving how I didn't have to be scared of the unexpected. Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time.

I'm confused about what to do. Do I throw out everything we ever built together or keep it? Do keep my hope, even though I'm getting tired? I've been through this many times. I'm always building up a tower, and it's always crumbling down before my eyes. I made it my ultimate duty that Joe would be my final tower, but he might just have to deal with the final blow.

I was starting to get angry. Every morning, I glared at him with storms in my eyes. He keeps telling me he loves me, that's funny to me. How can you say you love me? If you can't even tell, I'm slowly letting go and dying. I sent him so many signals, and he still wouldn't get it. I keeped pushing he away in hopes he would pull me back in. My face was gray, but he couldn't tell that I was sick.

I finally told him. "You're losing me, Joe." He stood there quiet. He looked like he already knew, and he just didn't want me to say it. "What do you mean, remember it's okay, we're okay." He's doing it again. Instead of facing our problems head-on, he would rather ignore it. "I can't find a pulse," he grabbed my hand, I let it go. "My heart won't start anymore... for you." There was silence in the room. Nobody said anything.

My anger took over, and I started screaming at him. "How long can we be a sad song?" I stand there waiting for an answer. "Answer me, Joe!" He looked shocked. "We're fine, it's fine." That was his answer, four words he told me every time I voice a concern. "Stop telling me that!" I've lost it. "We're too far gone to bring back to life." "No we-" he tried to speak. "I gave you the best of me, i tried to understand your point of view." I was screaming. I could hear the tower slowly cracking.

"I lost a part of me tying to save this relationship, from your ignorance." The tower was shaking. "You can't blame me for this." Joe started screaming back. "Yes, i can!" "I was fighting in only your army, and all you did was ignore me." I was letting it all go. "I wouldn't marry me either, I'm a pathological people pleaser." "Who only wanted her boyfriend, the man she wanted to marry and spend the rest of her life with to see her." He was silent. "Do something, say something," "Lose something risk something," "Chose something!" I was screaming for the whole world to hear us. He finally spoke, "I got nothing."

Fury took over my body. I threw his porcelain sculpture on the floor, breaking it into a million pieces. I ran out of the house, hoping, wishing he would run after me. He didn't.

(An: The story includes some of Taylor Swifts' "Your losing me" lyrics. So go check out her music! (Stan taylor for clear skin frfr). I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any other songs you would like me to do, just leave a comment.!)