Oh no,
no, no, no, no, no!
I don't think of you like that at all.

Not during day's tiresome hours between odd jobs, even times
Not at nights when I lay down to sleep or when sleep is far away,
I do better jobs
Like.... like. anything.
I don't see your face among crowds, don't miss you when I'm between people
Don't hear your laughter
Don't find myself shattering
or struggling
to run away
I don't, don't still see your initials on the screen of my phone, shining
Don't visualize getting a message from you, oh, never
I don't go about hoping we could get out of it and be Okay,
I don't keep saying I believe in "good" byes. And I am not sad.
And I never lie.