You


You.
Why you?
I miss you.
I can’t miss you.
I’m happy again.
At least I think I am.
He treats me like I’m his queen,
Yet here I am thinking of you.
But you hurt me like no one else has
And I can’t ever forgive you for that.
Maybe I miss the memories we shared.
Or maybe I miss the constant fighting,
Constant yelling at each other.
Why would I ever miss that?
Because there was passion?
Because of the pain?
That’s what love is?
It can’t be.
It hurt
Me.

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