I Don't Miss You Anymore

I have a theory. I will feel better if I spill out my thoughts here right now.

So, for starters, I don't miss you anymore.

I don't miss you anymore. I'm sure of that. But I also have other thoughts. You. Me. In bed. My lipstick smeared on your shirt. My hair all over your chest. My hands under your shirt, roaming your body. My arms wrapped around your waist while I bury my face on your neck. My hands on your hair, grabbing them, pulling you closer. Us, kissing. Kiss me deep. please. Let me taste your mouth, your tongue, let me trace the outline of your lips. Kiss me hard. Kiss me till it hurts. Pull me closer. Hold me tight. Embrace me. Touch me. Taste me. Devour me. Unleash the demon in me because it belongs to you. It's yours. I'm yours. All of me, take me.

And after, let me wake up in your warm embrace. Kiss me gently on my forehead. Hold me and never let go.

I want to hold you but I don't want commitment. How do I reconcile this? Oh yes. I don't miss you anymore. I should not miss you.