I Don'T Miss You

It took me a minute,  
but I figured out 
that I don't miss you...
I don't miss you...
But, I miss trusting you.
I miss not picking apart 
every single thing you say and do,
And, I miss not feeling the need, 
to re-think that too.
I miss taking every single thing 
that you say and do, at face value. 
Not having to dissect everything, 
in search of what's true.
I miss trusting myself, 
when choosing to trust you.
I mean, can you at least submit 
an outline, before telling 
the stories, that you tell?
Or can I at least get 
some sort of invoice, 
for the wolf tickets 
that you sell?
No.... I don't miss you...
I miss who you pretended to be...
The you, that you presented 
for the world to see....
But, that wasn't you...
It was who you wanted to be,
Or maybe....
It's who THEY thought you should be.
No... I don't miss you...
I miss the me, 
who thought you had a soul...
Not what I now know, 
is just a satan dwelling black hole.   
I may miss the illusion. 
I may miss my peace,  
But Nah....
I don't miss you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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