nostalgia is a seductive liar

People Change Like Seasons

Sometimes when I miss you, I think of things that you said,
“With eyes like that you could take me to bed.”
But even they couldn’t stop you from moving on,
So my fears and insecurities began to dawn.

I began having thoughts like,
“what about me had changed?”
“What made you stop loving?”
“Do you remember my name?”

Later I realized I didn’t change at all,
it’s you that is different, it’s you that is flawed.
Makes me really grasp just how fast time has flew.
Because I still have bedroom eyes, they just don’t work on you.