i don't miss you.
i can talk about you with no emotions attached.
i don't think about you anymore,
on late nights when the rain is pounding,
and the wind is screaming,
i dont think about that decision i made
the one that broke you.
not anymore.

but i do think about
our 3 am phone calls,
the ones where you had to beg me to stay awake
and i was too tired to filter any of my thoughts anyways,
and the stupid nicknames you i called you,
that didnt mean a lot to me,
but you really liked them.
and meeting up at the park with our friends, but us going off and doing our own thing.

i miss moments like those.

the memories are tarnished with your name, they're tarnished by your face.

but i dont think about you anymore,
or what i lost by leaving you.