I miss the way you used to look at me
I miss the way you would smile
I miss the dimple on your cheek
Peeking at me when you licked your lips

I miss the inner jokes
I miss the snarky comments
I miss the look on your face
When I'd call you Daddy

I miss your hands
on my inner thighs
I miss the way you would talk to me
like you actually wanted to
I miss the music we used to share
it made me feel like you cared


But the truth is,
I don't miss you
I miss all the things we used to do.