Love and Other Fuckups

You Don't

I thought that I was getting better,

That I was getting over you.

But one fucking conversation and its all coming back.

I don't know why I do this to myself,

I should have just let you be.

I shouldn't have reached out to you,

But not knowing how you were doing was killing me.

But now its killing me even more,

To know that you're fine without me.

You don't miss me,

You don't love me.