I don't miss you.
I don't fucking miss you anymore.
I can't fucking miss you anymore.
I don't miss who you are.
I truly don't.
I don't fucking miss you anymore.
But oh God,
Do I miss who you used to be.
God, I fucking miss that.
Sweet words,
Even sweeter memories.
I miss the way you used to make me feel.
God, I miss who you used to be.
About three years ago,
When I first fell in love with you,
You would always say you were a bad person
That you did bad things,
That you weren't good for me.
That wasn't true at the time.
But now, now that's fucking spot on
You're not a bad person, per se.
But you do bad things,
And you are absolutely, 100% not good for me.
And I don't miss who you are.
I miss who you were.
I miss who you used to be
When we were close,
And we were free.
When the weight of the world wasn't crashing down.
When you didn't leave behind a small town,
Or me.
Yeah, I miss who you used to be.
But I don't miss you.
I only now miss the memories.
The words that would make my heart feel like it was going to heat out of my chest.
The subtle grazes of your fingers on my back when the thought of being together was only flirting in our minds.
How it was only you and me.
I miss that.
I miss what we had.
Who we were.
Not who we are.
And definitely not what we have.
All you have is drugs now.
And all I have is myself.
3/22/17
Remind me not to go through old messages anymore..
My heart hurts.
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoesiaI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
