I miss your supple kiss and warm cuddles
And the simple bliss , of pressing my cold toes,
Against your hot calf, I couldn’t lie I miss that.
I don’t miss your blind rage or the pain you
Portrayed while doing small things,
I don’t miss all the things you’d say strange
Beguiled and out of place loud and rough and in your face.
I do miss the gentle way you’d trace my face,
The softest breath when you said my name.
I do miss who you were, sincere, genuine.
I do not miss who you became.
I don’t dear you just weren't the same.