
I miss him
I miss the man I thought you were
The man who spent hours with me on the phone
The man who checked up on me all day
The man who called me a few times a day
And if he missed me, he would let it be known
…
I miss him
I miss the man you first showed me
I got used to him because I thought he was the real you
But little by little you showed me the real you
And it was nothing like the man you first showed me
…
I miss him
And when I ask for him you get mad and shut me down
You tell me you do not need to hit me up all day, but he did
You tell me you are not used to treating me this way, but he did
You are mad that I said mean things, but I just called you how you made me feel
…
I miss him
And now I have no closure
Because you took him from me
I spent hours on the phone getting to know him
And you killed him, you became you…
You are no longer the man I fell for, you are just a stranger now
And what hurts the most is that you think you are the victim


Categories: poetry
Brilliant
Thank you!! 🙂