You're Going to Miss Me (But Not for the Reasons You Think)
You're Going to Miss Me
(But Not for the Reasons You Think)
"Just a poem to forget..."
You're Going to Miss Me
(But Not for the Reasons You Think)
You're Going to Miss Me
(But Not for the Reasons You Think)
"You're going to miss me —
But not for the reasons you tell your family and friends
Not for the dramas you entertained or the blame you tossed like confetti
No...
You’ll miss me in the quiet,
In the stillness between your forgotten smiles and hollow scrolls.
You’ll miss me because:
I made you feel seen — truly,
In a way your mirror never could.
I provided you a sanctuary, not a house —
Where your flaws felt safe,
Your tears had permission,
And your laughter was free to run barefoot through every room.
I touched places no one ever dared reach —
Not just your skin,
But the aching echo of the girl you buried under pride.
I reminded you what trust could look like,
What love should feel like —
Unconditional, inconvenient, and completely unafraid.
I cared for you when no one else was watching,
Not for applause,
But because love, in its purest form, serves in silence.
I made you cum —
Not just in body,
But in the kind of way that left your soul breathless.
I was cheeky, yes —
But loyal like a lighthouse.
I made your eyes smile when your lips didn’t know how.
I made you laugh when your world forgot joy.
You never had to guess with me —
Never had to decode games or tiptoe through shadows.
I gave you truth, raw and rare.
And most of all...
I showed you that the little things —
The hand on your back in a crowded room,
The look that says “I see you,”
The cup of coffee just the way you like it —
Are the things that feed a well lived life,
Not the ones that fit a need.
But all that I did…
All that we shared,
Still wasn’t enough.
Not for them.
Not for you.
And maybe, just maybe,
Not even for the version of you
You pretend to be.
But one day,
When the noise fades
And the silence you wielded like a sword turns inward,
You’ll remember what was real.
What was rare.
(What was rare.)
What was me.
And that ache?
That won't be regret.
That’ll be truth."
Just a poem to forget...
(but not for the reasons you think)
Goodbye, is not just a word —
Goodbye, is forever...
(Bye from Christos.)
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