You don't really miss the past,
You miss the oblivion -
When you used to see
The world through rose-tinted glass,
And not know how
Callous and indifferent it actually is,
Before pain found a way into your heart
And never left,
Before you had your first taste of grief
And knew the price of love is too much,
And some scars are forever
And time doesn't do **** to heal.
You don't miss the past
But just its oblivion.