I Don't Miss You

I don't miss you...not really.

I don't even want you...not really.

My empty heart is full of anger and regret, an infection that needs to be detoxed from inside me.

I can feel the grip of what could have been dissolving with every sip of self affirmation and every caplet of affection I imbibe. 

I lick my wounds and feel the poison of jealousy and the sting of my injured pride slowly fade into a dull throb.

You are gone, the worst is over,

And I breathe a sigh of relief.

Freedomhappinessrecoveryself care

◄ The Old Ball And Chain

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