A Girls Thoughts In The Form Of Poetry

dear nostalgia

Dear nostalgia do you how much days i would just think and cry and do you know how much sleepless nights i had just because i spent my time thinking about memories dear nostalgia your like an old friend you stay a while and then begin to fade away on a foggy night and nostalgia creeps inside your head and slowly consumes your thoughts it scratches your brain and tries to claw and scratch its way out of your head like a tiger claws at its prey and then after a while you just get used to it you know its there in the back off your head and preys on memories and its like a blood thirsty vampire that draines all the blood out its victim the blood thirsty vampire is nosalgia and the victim is yourself nostalgia isnt all that bad it can sometimes feel comforting it can feel like a warm house with the smell of fresh bake cookies and it feels welcoming like a mama bird is to its young but then after a while the warm house will begin to feel cold and and becomes full of chills and the smell of fress bake cookies begins to fade into the smell of hard cold liquor a 1:00 in the morning and its not welcoming anymore like when the mama bird abandon its young nostalgia is a dirty liar those once welcoming thoughts you had will fade overtime and after a while you will learn how to kill your dreams and kill off the thought that creeped in you head steadily and silently and try to claw its way out the ones that kept you up at 1:00 in the morning those memories you once had turned it thoughts that you learned to kill cause they once turned into blood thirsty vampires and preyed on you dear nostalgia those nights when i was alone and had no one you where there even though you slowly consumed my thought with lies even though you kept me up those nights before even though you clawed its way out of my brain and even though you were like a blood thirsty vampire that made me kill my dreams you where there when i was alone when no one was around when it was cold on a frosty winters night and you can here a pin drop you where always there your like a ghost that slowly creeps around and feeds on fear waiting for its next vicim your like a monster from the upside down thats atracted to light and all that is good so you can scratch and claw on it intil its no more dear nostalgia your a dirty liar cause you take what is good and try to make it seem like its more than what it actually was you twist and bend and and screw at peoples thoughts your so manipulative you plant lies in peoples heads and you water them till they grow and grow and then people start to believe it was what it wasnt and the truth begins to fade out and the innocent happiness begins to fade and the dark sadness and anger begins to settle in dear nostalgia your very contagious like a flu and a cold that spreads within contact dear victim you have every right to feel those feelings of despair and sarrow but you can fly higher than any bird sore faster than the clouds on a windy day shine brighter than a the sun and be as curious and as innocent as a small adventurous child the world is at your fingertips dear victim dont let the blood thirsty monster feed on your thoughts dont feed it at all with sadness and grief dear victim you feeling are valid
Sincerelly victim of nostalgia

--milo