I miss his kiss
His touch
The way he held me
....
Those times we went so far
But not far enough
....
How he always asked
"Why are you so pretty?"
....
I miss all the good things
....
But ashamed of everything else
....
The pain
The marks
The yelling
"Fuck you"
....
It seemed like a daily thing
....
I never gave up
Always thought it would go away
....
I was wrong
I was excited
I was scared
....
To go over to his place
For him to come to mine
....
Not knowing
Whether or not
....
To be pinned down
Forced
Into
....
A land
Unknown
....
So what's wrong with me?
....
I miss you
I hate you
I'm ashamed
Of myself
....
Because of you
