I (don't) miss you.

I miss you.

Your face, your smile, your sweet embrace.

I miss you.

I miss the sound of your voice,

But not the choices you once took from me.

Not the words you yelled at me.

Not the nights of vulgarities you once whispered in my ear.

I don't miss you.

You once said I was your love and you would be there to protect me... I miss you.

But not the fists to the walls and the kicking to my heart... I don't miss you.

I don't miss your interrogations after I asked to hang with my friends,

But I miss your thoughtful gifts you gave me to make my bruise face smile.

And your sweet words, "I'm sorry, my love. It will never happen again."

And the mornings you nursed me back to health.

I miss you.

Wait a minute...

I don't miss you.

Your hard looks, your conniving grin, your folded arms and clenched fists.

I don't miss you.