Your love used to sway me,
Softly,
Like slow rythmic waves,
So tangible i could feel it physically.

I'm not sure when that changed.

I tread on murky waters now,
I know,
Because as time passed and you witnessed each progressively worse low,
Your anger would grow.

You can't understand,
Your mind can't fathom the everlasting raging storm in my mind,
Much like Jupiter's red spot.
Because your storm is of a completely different nature.

Lately I feel less and less of your touch,
I hear less and less of your voice,
I see no smiles, no warmth in your features.

I feel I'm grasping at straws trying to show you that I'm fighting,
I'm fighting with everything I've got, with everything I am.
But it's constantly overwhelming me, like an uphill battle.

And I wonder,
Do you still love me?

Have I suffocated you with this inner turmoil?
Have I made you bitter?
Numb?

If I could stop this torment, I would.
But I can't fix myself,
And neither can you.