I Know You Well Enough To Know You Don’t Actually Miss Me

It’s three o’clock, and here I am laying on my bed listening to the clock as it ticks every minute. My phone vibrates distracting me from catching some sleep. It’s a message from you indicating that you miss me.

It’s funny because it’s been a while since the last time we talked. It’s been a while since we saw one another. It’s been a while since the last time I thought of you or any memory of you. Looking at my phone realizing that I haven’t replied to your message asking myself, should I text you back? But as I was typing, I couldn’t find the proper words to say because it’s been so long since the last time we talked. It feels like the time took all the word that there is left to say, and I was just there laying in the dark still figuring if I should reply back or leave it.

My phone vibrates again; it’s another message from you indicating that you know that this is out of the blue but you miss me, and you think that it’s a good idea that we should hang out sometimes. It got me thinking, did you really miss me or do you only miss the familiarity of being with me?

I don’t understand, the last time we talked you told me that I wasn’t the one for you and that you think we should move on, but how come you’re back again?

Did you really miss me, or you just missed the way you feel when your hands touch mine?

Or maybe you just missed how your lips feel when pressed against mine. Or maybe you miss how familiar my face is when you wake up every morning next to me. So, it got me thinking.

Do you miss me? Or you do miss the familiarity of being with me?

Is it because I know how much milk you want on your coffee? Is it because I know how to comfort you when you can’t sleep at night? Is it because I know that you always want someone in your arms so that you can sleep better at night? Is it because you are so scared of feeling lonely and alone, that is why every time you couldn’t another person to feed your needs you hit me up claiming that you miss me and that you wished you that you never let me slip away.

Tell me, love, is it because I know you more than anyone else? Is it because you love the way you feel when our bodies and souls collide?

Is it because I know how to please your pride and ego? Or is it because they know that you are just a fraud that’s why you choose to come crawling back to me? Oh, love, you make wonder so tell me, please tell me which one is it? Do you miss me because you love me? Or do you miss me because I am familiar?

Oh, love, you please stop making me look like a fool. You don’t miss me; you miss the familiarity of being with me. You miss how I take care of you; you miss how much I know about you. We both know that you don’t love me because if you do, you will treat me so much better than this. I shouldn’t have to ask myself if you are truly genuine like you say you are. Unfortunately, I know you love.

I know you well enough to say that you don’t miss me, you miss the familiarity of being with me.