I get nostalgia when I think about him
like it's a drug I've taken
and it's too sweet to let go
love is nostalgic.
My mind goes to seasons
well the reasons I fell for him at first
and they sometimes get too good to be true
and I wonder
if it was wrong to let go.
I miss the love that was there
or maybe the just the thought of it
lights up a dead spark
I yearned to feel.
I'm not saying I want him back
no, I'm done with the toxic traits
But I miss the persons we were
before all the wrangles and tangles
it'll never be the same, it sad
but, at least
there was once a fire
that lit up our existence.
It was too good to last.
©kisorio
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