The Me I Used to Be

This isn't me missing you.

This is me missing the me I used to be. 

This is me missing knowing what I wanted. 

I wanted you. 

Now, I want nothing. 

Now, I need nothing

Now, I feel nothing. 

This isn't me missing you,

I don't miss your messages, emails or stories. 

I don't miss your laugh, your rare smile or your sincerity. 

I miss me loving all of that. 

I miss me looking forward to a story.

I miss me loosing my breath over your smile. 

This isn't me missing you. 

This is me missing everything that used to be.

This is me missing the me I used to be. 

This isn't me.