Ruins

Why do I feel like 

This is all that will remain of us?

I, looking at you-

The sun lighting up your eyes when you smile,

The way you laugh-a sound so melodious to me,

The way you draw me towards you,

And the way I restrain myself, 

Because I know that this is not real.

And one day I might just wake up thinking- 

That it was all a beautiful dream,

Too far away to be reached.

Why do I feel like

All that will remain of us,

Is ruins.

Old and broken pieces of 

Something that could never be. 

Ruins of something, that never even got to exist. 

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This could speak to self doubt our a looming break-up, or even a heart afraid to trust again…