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I don't miss you.
Not your forked tongue and golden lies,
Not your green eyes and perfect smile...
Not your promises of better days ahead,
No. I don't miss you. Those days are dead.
I don't miss your voice tickling me,
The moments where you were everything
Evaporated and they're meaningless now...
A bunch of rotting memories that have no truth...
Everything is gone and I don't miss you.
Six years of daily worrying...
Of phone calls saying it's the last time...
But I got you out. Ended the cycle...
Keep your cross in my wallet as a reminder
But I... I don't miss you.
You cross my mind from time to time,
You are my own brand of heroin,
You're my addiction...
And I've been clean since you ripped me open
And dismissed 6 years of misery....
6 years of worrying.
6 years of experience with you...
6 years of love
6 years of never giving up on you
And yes. I miss you from time to time...
But I'm clean of you and will not call you mine...
I do not miss you unless you're on my mind.