I can cry until my vision turns pitch black,
Until the last moment where your hand holds the small of my back.

I hide inside my room as my tears fall,
Locking my feelings away, trying to bury it all.

Growing up doesn’t just mean that our age increases,
Because if that were the case, I wouldn’t have considered our relationship indecent.

We were young, dumb, and extremely immature,
We didn’t know that what was once fun would become memories we struggle to endure.

It didn’t matter in the end,
How we felt and what felt different,
The only thing I can do now is try to defend,
That it had to happen and that we can get through this misery; that I can warrant.
© Grinchy