I miss the human touch,
I miss the wanting and the lust,
But I don't miss you.
I miss the dinners,
I miss the dancing,
I miss the laughing and socialising,
But I don't miss you.
I miss the belonging,
I miss the security,
I miss the possibility,
But I don't miss you.
Although when I think about it all,
I've got the coffees,
Ive got the human touch,
I will regain my wanting and my lust.
I've got the diners,
The VIP parties too,
I've got the dancing,
So I really don't miss you.
I don't miss your smile or your addictive denial,
I don't miss your lack of interesting conversation,
I don't miss your disgusting irrisponsible behaviour,
I don't miss your insane and erratic emotions.
I don't miss your inability for empathy,
I don't miss the way you discarded me,
I don't miss your insecurity and jealousy,
I truly don't miss you, most days I wonder what I ever saw in you.
