Of all the things that ****** me up,
I felt okay with you.
Of all the things I shouldn't say,
I miss you, yes I do.

I miss the way you made me cry,
I miss the way you'd hold me after.
I miss the way you hit me,
and I also miss your laughter.

I miss the times I'd cry on you,
which you would often let me do,
I miss the way you ****** me up.
I miss the life that I gave up.

I miss you hurting me,
So I wouldn't hurt myself.
I know that it sounds bad,
but without you I am sad.

Of all the things that ****** me up,
I knew, with you, I was in luck.
Nobody else will take me now,
and you're for sure to blame, somehow.

Of all of the things that ****** me up,
I miss you, yes it's true.
~*kd