I miss you,
Sometimes. That's a lie.
I miss you,
Never. That's a lie.

I never associated with lying,
I value truth and honesty above all.
For trust is the key to happiness.
Yet in my mind, I lie to myself.

I lie to avoid pain. The emotion, that is caused by anxiety and insecurity. I lie out of fear,
Yet I lie to myself to avoid fear.
I lie about my feelings for you,
I lie to myself, I say it's over for me, that im over you.

These little lies, they settle at the end of the day.
Like dust they blanket my body,
Make sleep a warm place to stay.
But in the morning, I'll awake, and the settled dust. Will begin to peel away.

Each time I shed, a new piece of myself is
Revealed. The lies that held me,
Can no longer be sealed.
It's growth beyond myself,
It's taking back control.

But it doesn't dismiss,
The fact that I still,
Miss you.