I don't miss you. I woke up I was clinging to, Some bed sheets and a use-by date. I had disappeared in who did what. (The wrong in wanting what you didn't want) I don't miss you. Or your vacant places. I stood up, saw, I wanted to be Junoesque embodied. (The more supreme kind of sexuality) I keep holding on, And suffocate the workings of something better coming along to change me. I don't miss you and I am never ever going to miss you. If I am choked I will be running from, A court jester and King Solomon. A solifidian six pointed star, (And of course what you really are) I have such trouble letting go, As I re-run and double check what I know, A sonneteer is waiting at the front gate, Begging me to open up and change. No, I composed myself for you. Reduced. Nothing happened. My loneliness is one thousand times forgiven. You want a girl for pancakes and corsets and cupboard space. And my loneliness is one thousand times forgiven. I'll compose myself and I'll push you right over. I'm not going to be a lost star ship (sorry honey) Never was a girl for a mistake, horses and cut-and-paste. My loneliness is one thousand times forgiven