sometimes
no matter what you tell yourself or what you really believe
you find yourself missing the stupid, little things
even though you shouldn't
and sometimes
you criticize everything you used to love because you don't have it anymore
and that thought slices deep down to your core
and a lot of times
even though it was so messy it could be modern art
And you were both a tangled mess of hearts
you still want to feel what you felt back then
even though you would never do it again
sometimes
it's nice to just think about it
and it makes you a little nostalgic