You Don’t Miss Me

you don’t miss me

I don’t want to cross your mind any more

but every split second he does it matters more

you don’t havet hose small memories of us that you cry over every night

because you’re making new ones to replace them all

every single picture of us was mentally ripped in half

And my name to you is now in the category of strangers

it’s not the tear drop that barrel rolls off my cheek any more that matters to you

But yet the tear that slowly rolls down your cheek

I’m still supposed to catch

I’m breaking down again slowly

because I got attached

I got attached

surprising right?

no

it shouldn’t be because the day we met

I told you

be care ful I’ll get attached

and now it’s the routine and the you that

I Miss the most

It’s the small “i love you” attached the ding signaling your message

you once told me that I wasn’t appreciated enough and to me it seems like you Sherman did it

this is not yet a poem of anger

but of confusion

and regret and simply salty tears that keep streaming down

I am now a fish in the sea stuck in a net

I used to be the net because I had you and you broke through leaving me to wonder

to question my self

my own personality

was I not good enough for you?

was I enough but not much more?

was I not the extra shine and sparkle you were looking for?

was I simply just another test drive?

now not only do your secrets I keep I fear mine being published

screamed at Satan’s feet

this isn’t fair

isn’t it fair

not an apology

not a letter

simply just my dilemma

this is not yet a poem of anger

this is the poem to my best

this is the poem to my ex best friend