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.