Nostalgia from Nostalgia by Dusty's My Friend

i know nothing of a
little pumpkin patch
and i don’t remember
what it’s like to match
i know i felt that
you were my other half
but i don’t remember why
you made me feel like that
knowing myself
i’d say it was your point of view
but only know now and
not what i was used to

but i still feel
a little yellow and warm
like an electric blanket
oh the comfort swarms
everytime i see
something remotely
vintage as if it
somehow happened to me

pencil toppers
from elementary
prolly pockets
from after texas history
a little baby tiger
whose name i don’t remember
i found her when i was
sweeping in December

i open new boxes
everyday
and always find out more
what can i say
i know of a wilting house
down the street
and tho i’ve never lived there
i feel i know it’s history
it peers at me
with its window eyes
i swear it calls me,
beckons me inside

it feels as tho
i’ve been there before
it feels like my feet
knows it’s floor

and i see people say
“remember this toy”?
and no i don’t even know its name
but i think i might sorta kind have met
a little boy who
doesn’t remember when
he played tee ball in the back
and would always forget his hat
that might have been me
but honestly
barely remember my name
let alone where i’ve stayed

but i still feel
a little yellow and warm
like an electric blanket
oh the comfort swarms
everytime i see
something remotely
vintage as if it
somehow happened to me

i’ve lived a thousand lives
only in my head of course
i’ve told myself a thousand lies
and i alive am i a corpse
remove my skin
reveal the mask
i don’t know what’s underneath
don’t know if i should even ask

but i don’t know how
to explain this
other than saying
what i feel it is
i experience nostalgia
for places i’ve never been
i become nostalgic
for things that never happened

but that yellow blanket
will always take me
somewhere in my head
though i don’t where that would be

what i know is true
is a broken trampoline
big front window
in the submarine
my best friend stopped
loving me when
i moves in across
the other side of town and
brother and i have fought
so many times
it was a lot
and now he’s just a mime

bush like tree
on the side of the the house
allowing me
to climb onto the roof, now
that house has gone green
but i know it’s taste
of birthday cake ice cream
sometimes it was a cage

then we have the grey bricks
squirrels doing crazy tricks
man with a machete
that when my heart got heavy
but the neighbors were nice
we made friends with them
though siblings were slippery ice
i held onto the hem
of the pretty girl dresses
late night confessions
there i was always tardy
no more slumber parties

haven’t had much time
to make new memories
school is always taking that
opportunity from me
but we’ve had many pets
come and go, easter eggs
water park was $8
i took baths not showers
boyfriends that were serious
i’m ready to end this

yes all these things have happened
and i barely remember them
but will think about the lives
i haven’t really lived

yes i still feel
a little yellow and warm
like an electric blanket
oh the comfort swarms
everytime i see
something remotely
vintage as if it
somehow happened to me.

i don’t know how
to explain this
other than saying
what i feel it is
i experience nostalgia
for places i’ve never been
i become nostalgic
for things that never happened

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