Still needs a title

I'd like to say I care
I'd like to say that
I don't
I don't care what you say
I get annoyed by what you do
I find you to be selfish
You irritate me with every breath
I cannot stand your emotions
I loathe having to see you
So why do I?

Not So Secret Love Affair

I have a not so secret love affair
A not so secret love affair with nostalgia
I say not so secret because my brain is well aware
Each time my day dreams wander into days of old
My brain is the there to focus in on the truth
I can choose to remember the truth or choose to remember the feelings
They are different and the same
I can remember how I felt, but are those feelings real?
Not always, pretty nostalgia can mask anything.
Nostalgia covers things with rose petals but we forget the rose petals on the bottom have begun to rot.
Nostalgia keeps piling them up
Stacks on stacks of fragrant petals
Then,
Big gusts of wind come and blow them away,
Revealing the corpse of reality below
Nostalgia can only cloud a judgememt so long 
Before the brain brings back reality

Nostalgia

Oh nostalgia, you are the master of lies and manipulation.
You make people remember things better than they actually were.
You enable the mind to ignore the red flags that were seen in the end and you corrupt the point at which one said enough is enough.
Good job at clouding my mind, but luckily I have a pretty good memory all on my own and my Rolodex is filed with facts that remind me you only feed us fairytales.
I commend you on your commitment to bend the truth and warp the mind.
I applaud you for your insistence that it was so good *way back when* never mind the pain, both physical and mental.
Never mind the less that spewed from their mouths like water from a fountain.
Never mind the acts that were seen and the betrayal that occurred.
You, you would like us to live in a world where we remember roses and forget that those roses have thorns.