Through My Eyes

Breaking Up

You might want to take a seat.
Because what I'm about to say,
Is something neither of us imagined would transpire
between us.

Brace yourself.

"Maybe, we are not meant to be."

Before you brush this off
as one of my overthought pieces of writing
hear me out.

I agree we had our good times,
But they have long since ended.
All we do now is fight,
And when we are not
we ignore each other.

I ignore you because
that's the only way I can keep my sanity.
I don't know why you do it though.

I don't recognise you anymore.
But I don't blame you for that,
because I have changed manifold.

Our hearts are still in the right places.
And we want the best for each other.
But the difference is that,
Earlier we used to work towards that,
And now we just want.

Maybe if we had found replacements
we would have had excuses easier to understand.
But that's not the case,
because we are too much of a tangled mess
to add more souls into it.

I hope I've convinced you enough,
because though I saw the signs long ago,
you hadn't.
I just hope you have understood,
that trying to get things back
to how they were before,
is useless,
and a waste of time.