Death to Nostalgia

I hate remembering how perfect things were How when I was small I could run free Free But now this world can swallow me whole And the monsters I thought were under my bed Actually do exist. And they have no claws or fangs But their words have enough venom To kill off the biggest of hearts And I hate remembering that I use to be immune To every heartbreaking poison Because I could hold the pinky of a hand That gave me more love Than any venom could destroy And I hate when old songs come on And send chills down my back And I want to scream out every word But then I get choked up Because I remember singing them with you And I hate that. I hate that I remember every single smile Mainly because you were the first monster I ever encountered And your venom hurt the worst And even though I tried to reach for the pinky to save me It wasn’t there anymore And I hate knowing that there is no one to save me again I hate knowing every best friend I ever had has moved on And I tried my best to wrap my arms around them So they wouldn’t leave And maybe I deserved it Because I held on so tightly I strangled them And maybe I’m happy they’re gone So when they spit that venom I can say I don’t care And I hate that Because I will remember how much I depended on them And that I do care I hate remembering how perfect things were