i miss the depth of our conversations
i miss 4am cigarette drives
i miss us painting the mural on our apartment’s wall
but i don’t miss you
so when you call me I feel… nothing
except sad for you
and your cruel ways of giving love
then taking it away
dangling it over my head
like a schoolyard bully
the venom you’d spray seared my heart
it stopped my breath and tore me apart
i gave you all i had, only love
but you slowly broke
an already broken soul
and you knew it
you meant to, it empowered you
so when you call me I feel… nothing
except that the burns you left have healed
and your words mean nothing anymore