Out of Time

It started with the purest of love. We met on a winter day painted with sparkling white snow. I thought you were my forever. I'd think about you and my heart would flutter. You were my everything. Our calls ending in I love you. In all the rough patches, you were there. I was stuck in a love I would never forget. Time slowed when I was with you. It felt like nothing could pull us apart. Then the thoughts came. You were there at my lowest point. But were you the cause? I push away the thought. You moved to my town. My school. I'm stuck. But it's still in love, right? My heart flutters less. The “I love you's” just feel like empty words now. But I can't leave. You moved for me. The longer I stay, the more I resent. The hugs. Kisses. Your touch. It all makes my stomach twist in disgust. You always tell me how much you love me. How much I mean to you. If that was true, you'd stop telling me if I left you'd kill yourself. I can never leave. I need to keep you alive. If you ended your life, it would be my fault. I'm stuck, but it's no longer love that holds me. It's fear, manipulation, and your obsessions with me. Time moves quickly now. Especially when I'm with you. Is it me wanting to get away? The days blur. I'm stuck and running out of time for me.