You ask me if i miss you
And I laugh
Because why would you ask me that?
You tell me you miss me
And ask if I also do
But all I can think is
Why would you miss me?
What did I do for that?
Because really
What I mean is
Why would anyone miss me?
Ive already made peace
with being forgettable
way before you
to accept that I don't know how to be
someone you miss
Someone you crave
Someone you want
Or somebody's fave
So you ask me If I miss you
And I deflect it by asking
why would I?
You tell me you miss me
And I'm still confused as to why?
You ask me if I miss you
And I bluntly say no
Like the automatic defense mechanism
Of a girl protecting her ego
Or her heart
Or her mind
Or her peace
Her comfort zone
Her own fucking time
You ask me if I miss you
And I stay silent
Cause I know the answer
Ive known it from the start
But I can't say it
Because everytime you tell me
You miss me
I'm waiting for you to tell me
Why
Everytime you tell me
You miss me
I'll be forever wondering
Why
I need to openly receive it
To openly give it
I need to understand it
So I can say it
But until then
I can't yet say it
Because if i do now
It'd be my undoing
And I don't think
I'd be able to take it
At least not yet