and here i sit
my fingers cold
goosebumps on my arms
and your memory in my heart
i haven't decided whether i miss you or not
or if i should even consider it
you made me forget a lot of the things
there are to miss
i miss being in your arms
i miss hearing i love you whispered softly in my ear
but i don't miss broken promises
and unforgotten lies
there are so many things
i wish to say to you
but i don't have the courage
nor the desire
because, if i wasn't worth it to you
then you aren't worth it to me.