and when i think no one misses me
i think again
clearer this time
because the people that do not miss me
just show they never cared
a week later and you are right back
to her
like i am dust
and maybe in your eyes i am nothing
but that
the people that do miss me
ask me how i am
how i have been
where i want to be
the people that miss me
do not tell me they love me
they show it
with ways greater than words or actions
i was blinded by your
pursed lips
and the way you said my name
i closed a door in their face
and left it wide open for you
which was a big mistake
but when you walked away
know i cried
and when you didnt come back
until you needed something
know i was happy
because
i realized
you mean nothing
except for a
soul and a body
i do not
want to interact with
anymore

as horrible as it may sound
you mean nothing
nothing
to me.