I miss you

Considering the facts, it's hard to believe I'd miss you.
After you hurt me, and left things out, I still can't believe I haven't moved on
Yet I have. Our new kisses, filled with two young lover's passion, numbeth my heart with exuberance.

How do I still think fondly on you?

I distinctly recall sitting with you at the chair as discoursed we of higher forms.
We laughed. I've never spoken to a man the same way as did I you.
Why didst thou cause me injury?

Woe. Drowning in myself, I gasp for a breath of you, and find none.
I could search for you. But I shan't, for our love has long been stale.
The flavor, once refreshing and warm, now dull, cold.

I miss you. Truly I do. But do I want you again?

No.

I just want someone who'll make me feel the same.