Butterflies come flying out [poetry]

I Don't Miss You

I've realized that I don't miss you.
I don't miss the arc of your back,
Or the way you would sometimes talk to me
Like I was a little kid.
I don't miss your jawline,
Or the stupid cookie cutter compliments.
I don't miss you band tees,
Or the stupid jokes that usually don't make sense.
I don't miss your immaturity,
How you always loved music more than me
Dear god I don't miss how you were always baked when we spoke.
Your never ending excuses
For not having a job.
You always complained about your hometown
To the point that it made me hate mine
The total and complete lack of care for the fact that I'm hurting
How you always say
It'll be okay
It will be. Okay.
Like you can't say something else.
The times when you'd promise to call and never did.

I've realized that I don't miss you.
I miss the feelings of the whirlwind you brought with you.
I miss spontaneity
I miss passionate kisses
I miss late night texts
Phone calls at 1 am where you have to whisper because the walls are thin at your house,
I miss Skype calls that last all night,
I miss feeling like somebody was there to fall back on.
I miss how it felt before you.
I miss the past three years
Where I had these deep dark secret feelings.
Feelings that dear god,
If you'd ever found out our friendship was done for
I miss imagining what it'd be like to be with you,
And let me tell you my imagination was very right but also very wrong.
I miss the how I felt before,
But do not get me wrong.
I do not.
Miss you.