Love Story
I don’t miss you
But I do miss the little things
like a hug, when you get home
or the kisses before bed
or those ones you’d give me before you go to work
while I’m still half-asleep
in between dreams
I miss the little things you’d do
like flowers for random Tuesday’s
or a Coke Zero every time you got gas
even if i didn’t ask for it.
I miss laying on the couch
friday nights with pizza and some beer
maybe even a movie
saturday coffee and naps
or when im in the kitchen cooking
and you trail behind to do the dishes
But i don’t miss you
i do miss the laughter
the silly inside jokes
eye contact when we didn’t even need to speak
cause we knew what we were thinking
literally get out of my head
I miss reaching over at night
to find someone there
now i still sleep a little bit off to the side
making enough space
for my grief to have a place
I don’t miss the fights
or your anger
or those too drunken nights
the times when I couldn’t sleep
or the promise that you’d change
dangling my love on a string
I told myself
3 strikes and that’s it
but then the 4th and 5th came and went
leaving me to question my sanity
I don’t miss the jealousy
your possessive way of keeping me
my friends kept trying to help
but i was terrified to leave
Because you kept telling me that I couldnt.
You made up so many scenarios
throwing your darts of accusations
but the only thing you ever hit was me
You said so many things
that i couldn’t live without you
that i wouldn’t make it
that I'm unloveable
except by you
So no, I don’t miss it
the pain of wanting someone
but them not being what you need
you said it again and again, after each fight
that no one would love me like you
Well for my sake, I hope you’re right.
