I just wanna be part of your symphony
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Symphony
Like a love song on the radio
Will you hold me tight and not let go? ◆
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"Then you can pack your shit and go." I tell Joe as I follow him around our bedroom.
"I'M GOING!" Joe snaps.
"I deserve better than this." I cry as he leaves the bedroom. I wipe my tears away as I follow him into his closet where he starts throwing his clothes into an open suitcase. "I deserve to be with someone who will treat me like a princess and not let anyone disrespect me."
"Well I hope you find him." Joe closes his suitcase and starts to leave the closet.
In a state of panic, I block him from leaving because I don't want things to end. I may be talking all this smack but what I want is for him to fight for us, something that I have always done.
When time gets tough between, Joe always bails and I am left fending for myself. Something happened not long ago and instead of having a conversation about it, Joe mentally checked out of our relationship.
What we went through was really tough and it was worse because we chose not to share it with anybody. I needed Joe to step up as my life partner and he really let me down.
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"Get out of the way." Joe huffs as he stares down at my tear stricken face.
"No, I don't want you to go."
"Maybe I want to go." Joe moves me out of the way and I let out a heart wrenching sob as I grab a hold of his suitcase. "Amerie, stop."
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" I fall to my knees as I keep a hold of his suitcase and he ignores me as he begins dragging the suitcase along, causing me to receive carpet burn on my legs. "JOE!"
"JUST STOP!" Joe shouts and I freeze. That's enough time for him to pull the suitcase out of my hands and run down the stairs.
I ignore the fact that the children are now screaming as I continue to run after their father.
