There's a weird pain in my chest
I say it's weird because of the circumstances surrounding

We're done
I don't miss us
And I'm happy to be your friend

I don't even miss having that person in my life
You know, the foil
The other
The one that completes you
And maybe that's because
I've never truly experienced that

What I miss is love
What I miss is gratitude
What I miss is recognition
I want to be there for someone
Not really for my sake, but for theirs
I want to be of assistance

But at the same time, greedily,
I want to be noticed for it.