how sad it is that I have to remind myself that I do not miss you.
that I must remind myself that I only miss the moments when you were good.
that I do not miss apologizing.
that I do not miss your anger.
that I do not miss the consistency in which you blamed me for your own omission.
that I do not miss walking on eggshells.
that I do not miss setting myself on fire to keep you warm only for you to decide that you like the cold.
that I do not miss my emotions being your play thing.
that I do not miss anguish.
that I do not miss gut-wrenching anxiety waiting to see which side of you would answer the phone.
that I do not miss burning out every single day for you.
that I do not miss sleeplessness.
that I do not miss your unwillingness to forgive.
that I do not miss ignoring the mistakes you made for fear of losing you.
that I do not miss stress so all-consuming that I could not eat.
that I do not miss your constant melancholia.
that I do not miss your thin and insincere apologies.
that I do not miss being underwater.
that I do not miss despondency.
that I do not miss my bones aching with tired angst.
that I do not miss choking down the poison you fed me.
how sad it is that I have to convince myself that I do not miss abuse.
That I do not miss you.
p.e.j.
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Poems that Nobody Reads
PoetryA collection of poems that I write that everyone thinks are stupid (and they're probably right).
