Oh blastered memories, memories of joy and love and friendship and laughter.
Why do you play on my heart strings? Why do you cloud my judgement?
The beauty of nostalgia masks the toxicity of the present.
Stop making me want to forgive those who corrupt me, taint me, use me and break me.
Those memories of what was once good is now a lie, they've changed! They aren't that good person anymore!
If you let them back in they will surround your caring heart in a sickness that grows and ravishes the light in you.
Why can't I move on? What holds me to those who alter my life for the worst?
I just want to let go and move on...
