Nostalgia whispers softly into my ear
What a *******.
Thinking it can just control me with my own false memories ?

Dear, nostalgia
    Did you want me to beg?
Did you want me to plead?
   For those memories
That aren't even real.

I remember him loving me.
I remember being touched.
I remember looking into his eyes .
I remember feeling like I was enough.

These are false memories
They aren't really.
Please nostalgia give me a break.
These are things I do not wish to feel.