I Miss You.. NOT..

it's an addiction overtaken by the roads on the highway..
a surpressing obsession..
not knowing what's better..
for then and there..

craziness overflowing with creative brain juice damage..
instrumental strings will sane..
the once oppressed..
can no longer suffice..

free from all the binding ropes of measurement and hope..
anguish sets ablaze tears of fire..
not for the time-dwellers..
fit for all time-managers..

importance to the frail heart filled with cuts and bruises..
fresh deep wounds do heal..
sands and tides can wash..
this is the last, last straw..

Listen..
i miss you.. not..