Miss me

When you come to me again

With your, “I miss you” and “damn it feels good”

Im begging you remember….

That it is not me that you miss but my vibes that you tasted.

Your tongue entangling me in every wave.

You- you washing over my senses. Drowning me in your tongue.

Me?

I have since learned to swim.

You see what you missed is that in all of your little “miss missus”, these deep, dark, love filled eyes were the REAL misses.

What I see is YOUR eyes telling me that you still feel the tips of my fingers tracing the lines of the past down your arms. A goosebump covered map that reminds me- you are more lost than when I was just a blind little girl who read “love” on the braille of your skin.

Yeah. When you come to me again with all of your feelings of miss,

I will simply reply, miss me…

with your bullshit.