i miss you.
i miss when you used to tell me stuff,
and i would help you out.
i miss when you would stand up for me,
instead of joining in.
i miss knowing about your life,
instead of playing guessing games
and wondering if you're as okay
as you say you are.
i don't even know myself anymore.
the person i knew, the person i loved,
the person who was me
is no longer there.
in its place is
fake smiles, medication,
and evil, evil food.
what i
hate most about some guys is that they can be there telling you
you're beautiful one minute, and gone the next, with no note,
no call, no indication that there was ever a time that he loved
you at all.