You came in and shielded my eyes from the bright lights of who you really were. I once believed in the magic I so dearly thought you possessed, only to become blind to the actualities of who I really was to you. I once believed in magic, you see. I once believed in the all-consuming, passionate, rollercoaster love I thought we were. I once believed we possessed sparks everyone around us wished they could feel.
Oh, I was wrong.
I was simply imagining these sparks.
The all-consuming part of you was actually unhealthy, and I began to see myself transform into someone far from who I really was.
The passionate part of you was really only me pulling you from all sides and trying to get you to show me how you felt. Was I really just a lie? Did you only keep me around because you knew I would always be there? Really, though, it was never passion. We simply fought. I was there, and you weren’t. I felt, and you didn’t.
The rollercoaster part was a compilation of everything spiraling downhill. It was as though the wind was the force of our time together, and it had reached its limit. We put ourselves under pressure, and, eventually, this pressure spiraled out of control. It picked us up and created a storm around us, through us, and between us. The debris consisted of all the memories I once cherished, and I desperately tried to put the pieces back together. I couldn’t, though. The storm had grown too strong. We were lost in a tornado, lost in translation, and I had lost myself.
Nobody wished to be us. You didn’t wish to be us.
Eventually, neither did I.
Lauren is a Ball State University alumna with a Bachelor's degree in English and a concentration in Creative Writing. She enjoys breakfast for dinner with a side of literary enjoyment.