Such a selfish thought Being attached to the past when it is understood moments are not meant to last. Change is braided with time, Are we supposed to ignore that?
Sometimes I suddenly wake Scared, anxious, nervous Flooded with memories Of a familiar stranger And the scariest part is this image, of myself, so vulnerable, so happy
I want nothing to do with you I am comfortable in the memories safe, knowing I made it through aware of the outcome Dealing with the consequences Of the bittersweet experience, The terrible rollercoaster Of your intermittent affection