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.