A voice, long forgotten, only remembered by whispers of time.
A face so beautiful, yet never touched by gentle hands.
A mistake so grim, only impure souls could overlook it.
I don't miss the voice of a stranger,
I don't grieve what could have been, 
I don't regret what never did. 
I don't.
I won't.
The distant sound of your long lost laughter never sounds the same, still it surges through my mind. 
The sweet scent of your untouched mouth vanished a long time ago, still I want to taste it.
The unbearable ache from our unsaid words, filled my chest ages ago, still I want to feel it. 
This fear of returning to what was lost, of feeling it without the change to truly have, eats me up. 
Like a spider slowly torturing a fly caught in its sticky Web. 
Yet, once the voice was so familiar,
The scent was pure joy,
And the words were all spoken.
So much time has passed and even more time will pass, but the truth is:
I don't miss
I don't grieve. 
I don't regret.
I don't.
I won't.
Because what is there to miss, when I've already known it?
What is there to grieve, when I've already seen it?
And what is there to regret, when I've already done it?
What is there to fight for anymore?
What is there to miss, grieve or regret?
I’ve known, seen, and done it all.
And I don’t want it anymore.
I don't miss, grieve or regret. 
I don't miss, grieve or regret, because there is nothing left to miss, grieve or regret 
I don't.
And I won't.

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A little bit about the author :

Name : AstronomyAddict 

Pronouns :  She/Her

Age : —

Location :  Denmark

I’m a girl who’s been pouring my emotions onto paper since I learned to scribble letters down. The writer in me is screaming, hoping to be heard, but somehow still stays unheard

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