Untitled #9 - (Nostalgia)

Untitled #9 - (Nostalgia)

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

A man doesn’t choose a woman,

A woman chooses a man

When she chooses one,

She wants to tell the world that he belongs to her

Feeling nostalgic and thinking of when you chose me

You marked me with your fingertips and lips

You made me your possession

I let you own me to my core,

But nostalgia can be delicate

It can be more potent than any poison

The pain from these old wounds

Crushing my heart,

But not just from the weight of old memories

Wishing for a time machine

Wanting to go backwards

Wanting to go forwards

Take me to a place where I felt your love

Take me to a place where I might feel your love again

A place that felt like home

A place that feels like home

I guess I’m lucky I had jokes

I’d never met you otherwise

That may not be true,

But it’s hard to believe I could do better than you

It’s hard to believe there is anything better than you

It makes me want to take you to our bedroom and lock the door,

Use my teeth to take your clothes off

Throw you on a bed and pull your hair

Ravish you in a way you’ve never been ravished

Repay you for loving me

I’m still surprised you ever did

It went great until it wasn’t great anymore

I’m still here because of you

Still trying to please you

It went bad so fast

It got sad so fast

Time to make a left turn off a cliff

Forget about the days I spent thinking about this,

And how it would feel when it happened

I fell in love and I never meant to

You became very important to me

I think you only like the beginning of things,

And our ending marked a new beginning