remembering the good times
with the people you used to love
who used to love you

it is like being given a gift
then having it taken from you
joy, at first
then a sickening feeling

the memories so happy
the good old days
with the good old people

but times change
and so do people

have i changed ?
perhaps
but i like to think it was
for the better

have they changed ?
absolutely
i don’t know them anymore

it turns out they may have been
fake all along
using me for whatever reason

sometimes there is a fine line
between authentic and artificial

i feel betrayed
but i take comfort in the good times
remembering the fun we had
but sad that there will be no more

-bittersweet nostalgia