And I’ll miss you,
but I don’t need you—
because needing you
makes it seem like
I’m not okay by myself.

And I’ve always been.

I never needed another.
I came in this world by myself—
all I had was my *****.
So how could I ever
need another person
to make me happy?

To be honest,
other people haven’t done ****
but give me crippling anxiety.
They made me second-guess myself
and all the things
I ever believed.

I don’t understand
what more a *******
could want from me.

And this ain’t just hurt talking—
this is me
looking back on all 18 years
of this life
that I’ve had to walk
alongside others
who made my walk
nothing but hell.

So I don’t need you her—
or anybody,
the **** else.

I even get more creative
when I’m alone.
So who needs friends?
Who needs you?

I feel like once you left,
I was a flower in bloom.

So I wrote all this to say:
I’ll miss you.
But I don’t need you.

I’m okay by myself.
And I’ve always been.

I’ll be okay without you.