i miss you.

i miss when we messed around

i miss when i made you proud

i miss when i was yours

i miss you.

no.

I don’t miss you hitting me and you calling it “Messing Around”

I don’t miss when I changed every single thing about myself to make you “Proud”

I don’t miss being “your” puppet on a silver string.

I don’t miss you.

I don’t need you.

Someday I’ll find someone who doesn’t hurt me, someone who doesn’t make me change, someone who doesn’t act like he owns me.

But,

Until then,

I don’t miss you.

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