I'm starting to miss the way you talked to me.
It wasn't totally obsessive or anything,
But you'd read my poetry and say it's fantastic.
No, that wasn't the word you'd use.
You'd say I was brilliant.
I'm starting to miss how you would sing to me.
It's not that you had the best singing voice but,
You tried hard for me and I liked that.
I'm starting to miss the way you would make fun of my bookshelf,
Because it's almost fallen on me many times from the weight of my collection.
And as I'm writing this poem I'm staring out my bedroom window.
Staring at the sky and hoping someday you'll get lonely and knock softly at the door.
Baby,
I don't know what's come over me
Suddenly all my thoughts point to you and
Maybe it's just that I miss the way you'd tickle my side while I'm reading on the couch
And you'd proclaime to the world "you're such a little nerd, I love you so much."
What happened to that?
What happened to all those late night calls or early morning messages?
What happened to "sleep well my beautiful baby, I'll see you in your dreams"?
How did it evolve into "okay bye"?
I refuse to say I miss you,
Because it's not true.
I'm sorry. I'm a terrible liar.
I don't miss you so much that I miss the memories.
I'm sorry, I'm lying again.
I don't miss the way you'd get angry at me for not talking to you when I'm in the middle of class.
I don't miss the way you'd yell at me just because I wouldn't come home one weekend because I needed to focus.
I don't miss how you treated me.
But what I do miss,
Is the way I could feel your body shiver when I kissed your cheek.
The way I fit so perfectly on your side
Or
The way your eyes sparkled when you said you loved me for the first time
I guess what I'm trying to say is I loved US together,
And I miss it.
But no, my darling,
I don't miss you.
You know I'm lying, don't you?
But my real question after all if this,
And after I say I don't miss you I guess it's a pointless question to ask,
But after all we've been through you know I can't lie to you to save my life
As you can see
Clearly I do miss you
But I was just wondering,
And don't make fun of a girl whos weak in the knees for you.
Do you miss me too?