i had almost started this poem yet
again with the words
I miss you- but while that
may be true, explaining to myself
on why it isn't true anymore will do.
i could never miss you
because you never write me letters
in which i could smell your cologne
or the sloppy amount of times you
cross your t's and dot your i's,
you reek of lies and the only thing
i should've gotten from you where
your eyes but not even that you could
sacrifice. you build me with
your dirty deceits and secret places
of mischief including hide and go seek.
you call me to investigate and not
love me for the person you created
when you consummated your love
with someone whose walls are built
so high you constantly cone to destroy
it with every fist you strike on
her cheek.  therefore, i am reminded
daily that i was gifted with your mental
illness and your strong minded anger
so i cannot miss you, i will
always love you, but i could
never miss you nor forgive you.
i just wish you'd know the difference.