i miss the little things.

i miss the way you’d grab my hand so gently,

the way you’d kiss my hair,

i miss the way you’d say my name goodnight,

the way you’d hold my heart so bare.

i miss the little things.

i miss your hand in mine,

your silly little jokes,

i miss our hangouts late at night

your pretty smile, so divine.

but i don’t miss it.

i don’t miss the way your smile would fade

as i questioned what was on your phone.

i don’t miss your hand slipping out of mine

as i pretended not to notice.

i don’t miss it.

i don’t miss your distracted mind

as i told you a story.

i don’t miss how much more you liked

talking to them than me.

i miss the little things,

but i don’t miss you.