Many nights I lay in bed thinking I miss you
I miss your touch
The way you make my heart race
The look you used to give me that made my whole body shiver
I miss the “I miss you’s”
As I lay there thinking I miss you I wonder do I miss the
arguments?
The yelling at each other
Walking away feeling bad about myself
The feeling that I was never good enough for you?
Do I miss the lonely moments
The unclear fog that was “us”
Do I miss your lack of commitment
Your stupid reverse psychology?
Why is it through all the hell you put me through I still
miss having you around?
The really stupid jokes I couldn’t help but laugh at
The huge confidence booster you always were to me
The deep late night conversations
The visits
But do I miss the emotional abuse
Do I miss the constant flow of hurtful words
Do I miss going days and weeks without talking to you just
because you were mad at me
Do I miss racking my brain after an argument trying to
figure out what I did wrong
Do I miss wondering what I meant to you
Wondering if you would ever be what I needed
Spending all that time regretting
It all makes me wonder if I miss you
But every time I think about that kiss, or those strong arms
around me I think I miss you
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