I don't really miss you
like my past self would have expected.
I can read her thoughts
through past poems.
She falls in like so fast and so often
getting herself damaged at every turn.
She's slowly learning how to protect herself.
I know that you remember
some of the things you said to me.
About how these were more like rants about you
you may be a little correct now, but you're no longer the one in my dreams
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