I don't miss her and I never will,
I miss the pure ecstasy of being in ones heart.
I became complacent in my position,
And Now I embrace whatever crumbs of attention I get.

I crave contentment for living,
I seek for reasons to stay rather than to confront my reasons to go.
I don't want pity nor compliments,
I want to rant and to feel and to hurt and to break and to live in peace.

But, nay.
Peace at heart is not achievable
For I gave mine to her.
I swim in pools of sorrow
Begging,
to make me even half a man
As I am a shadow
A broken spirit of a person
A small percentage, fractions
Pondering the dire consequences of my pitiful actions.