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.