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I don't miss you anymore.

Not like that.

I don't long for your arms around me

or the times when you made me laugh.

 

I miss feeling accepted.

 

I forget how it feels

to have someone stand up for me

listen to me

respect the word "no"

or believe in me.

 

You can't give me those things

so I cry for what we lost

and for what we never had

that I foolishly held out for.

 

if only, if only, if only

 

You do so much for me, you say

but I'm hollow

a cored apple, seeds and stem thrown away

nothing left but white flesh

and fibrous skin that gets stuck between your teeth.

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