You asked me if I remembered
the kid you once were.
Instantly my mind flooded with memories.
I could tell you stories on how you would
try to run to the moon and back for me.
I remember your understanding voice and kind reason.
I remember you as a cliché hopeless romantic
that swore we were in a fairytale.
I remember your gentle laugh and
the sentimental gifts you would give me
you then asked if I missed him and it
snapped me back into reality:
and I saw your hardened jaw,
the tension in your shoulders,
your "care free" outlook that could have been
believable if your physical stance hadn't screamed
you seemed to care a bit too much.
I quietly said yes and looked away
because I know you wouldn't want anyone to
witness the crumbling of your hard exterior
when I mentioned all that we'd been through.
I changed the subject because I know you
worked so hard to build your walls high
because that kid got hurt over and over again
I made you laugh because I didn't want you to go
back inside yourself and shut me out like you do
when you remember who you used to be.
Who we used to be.
You are always the one to remind me to never look back
that the past is in the past and
dwelling is unhealthy and it's just a waste of the now
But I think one of the reasons of why we love each other
is because we make each other feel beautiful and
new, like we'd never been hurt before
One of the reasons you love me is because
I am probably the only person that can still see and bring out
your kind soul that was oppressed on the inside.