loml by clovercore

You are the love of my life. We were both tortured poets, writing our way out of the darkness, finding the clear, simple light after the tunnel. We decoded each other, reaching for the soul, realizing it was caged in ropes and chains, unable to be rescued. I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing my tangled, soft caramel colored hair, while you hum in the kitchen cleaning fragile dishes. Phone call after phone call I answer while I spray water into my hair. God, I feel like Taylor Swift with how popular I am at work. I am just like her– trying on versions of myself like her 12 different eras. I walk downstairs, waving to you as I kiss you on the cheek. You don’t respond except with a soft, yet sad smile. I ask you if you’re okay, and weakly, you say you are. I doubt it. —----------------- You do the same thing twice today. You talk to Florida, calling her pet names when you believe I’m not listening. I don’t want to confront you. It hurts me like losing a sister– loud, crashing over me. It’s magnificent torture. I get up and she ends the call. Am I allowed to cry? So, I approach you. I question who you were talking to, and you defend yourself, questioning back. Whispering turns to talking, and talking turns to screams. This is the end, I yell in my head. The end is crying, it’s sorrow, its not just a simple closure. It’s just time to go. Red is the colour of your sweatshirt as we argue. It’s also the colour of anger, of power, of frustration. You say not everything’s not about me. What if it is? You say you weren’t doing it to hurt me. What if you did? You mutter the last phrase we say to each other. And walk out the front door. —------------------- It’s thirteen months later. I’m laying in bed– it’s nine p.m at night, almost the time I go to bed for work. You’re probably downtown, tracing hearts on someone’s face. While our field of dreams is wilted, mine has grown. You’re the loss of my life, yet the love of my past. 370 words Author’s notes/ taylor swift references in the fic: Whole story is a ref to loml by taylor swift “Tortured poets” references ttpd “I feel like Taylor Swift” – Clara Bow reference “12 different eras” eras tour ref “Florida” Florida!!! From TTPD ref “Am I allowed to cry?” I think its a “I can fix him (no really i can)” ref “Whispering turns to talking, talking turns to screams” wonderland from 1989 ref “Red is the colour of your sweatshirt” both an “invisible string” and “red” ref “Its time to go” evermore bonus track ref “You say not everything’s not about me. What if it is? You say you weren’t doing it to hurt me. What if you did?” Who’s afraid of little old me ref “Thirteen months later” Taylor’s fave number is 13 “Field of dreams” loml from ttpd ref HEHE :3