How Growing up Ruined us (Breakups)

Every time I shut my eyes,

it’s like I’m takin back.

Back to the time of us.

Reliving history,

building memories

Feeling so real,

Just simple kids in love.

Laughing, smiling, actually having fun

Living in my mind like we never ended,

living in an untouchable time

when we were just young and in love.

Waking up,

knowing its just a dream.

I can’t help, but think how different things would be

if we never fell out of love.

If we didn’t grow distant as time passed us by.

If we held on to our love despite the circumstances.

Yeah, we were different.

Dealing with different struggles,

Closing our hearts

until we were numb.

Closing our hearts

to the idea of us.

Closing our hearts

to our love,

Closing the chapter

to our perfect little love story.

Instead our hands were tied by our mistakes.

Anger crept in,

resentment built up

destroying our love.

But every night there you are.

I can’t help but wonder if you are dreaming of me.

Could this be real,

or am i just thinking crazy.

I know what you think,

I know the odds,

we both changed,

we are different,

but our hearts remain the same.

our inner kid is still alive,

bind to each other.

No matter how much we try to forget.

No matter if we ended,

because you’re there in my dreams.

I pray tonight that the next time I close my eyes,

I wont relive the same dream.

6 thoughts on “How Growing up Ruined us (Breakups)

  1. Beautiful, though you speak of young love, I’m experiencing something similar in my “older” age. Love can be so confusing and conflicting. I believe in destiny and fate. What will be, will be!

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